Lyla

Lyla POV:

Vincent's laughter echoed through the room, a sound filled with sinister undertones.

"Oh, brother, why do you insist on these little charades? Just be honest with her. There's no coronation. Instead, we have a lovely lineup of witches eager to drain every ounce of that precious eternal wolf essence from her," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Noah's face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

"Vincent, I've got this under control," he said coolly.

I glanced between the two brothers, my heart pounding in my chest. They were planning to kill me, to use me for my power. A surge of anger and determination rose within me. I wouldn't let them. Without warning, I shifted into my wolf form, the transformation enveloping me in a wave of power and strength. My grey fur, streaked with lavender, bristled with energy, and my lavender eyes blazed with defiance.

Noah's expression turned to one of shock, then quickly morphed into rage.

"You think you can