The silence turned to whispers. Then laughter—a low, cruel ripple through the gathering.

Kyle’s heart pounded violently. His face twisted in disbelief, in panic.

Falcon's grin widened like a gash across his face.

"Oh, dear... the bracelets aren't glowing," he said, voice bright with mockery, as if he had known they wouldn’t.

"Well, well... Royals, honored members of the Red Moon Pack. By the power vested in me—and our Alpha, who is currently... confused—take this imposter away!"

The Royals stepped forward without hesitation, moving in perfect, practiced formation.

Lucy blinked. She understood what was happening—but she couldn’t move. Her body refused. Her hand remained locked in Kyle’s, the only anchor...