Chapter 34

OLIVIA’S POV The double doors burst open with a deafening slam, echoing through the opulent conference room like a warning bell. Before any of us could react, the security guard I had noticed earlier lunged forward with shocking speed. Gasps rang out, chairs scraped backward, and panic rippled through the room like fire through dry grass. He grabbed the nearest Luna—a woman from the Thornhill Pack—and pressed a blade to her throat, his eyes wild with unfiltered rage. "Nobody use mind-link to call for help, or there will be consequences," he growled, his voice as sharp and cold as the knife in his hand. The room descended into chaos. Screams. Shuffling feet. Frantic eyes. But even as everything spun out of control, my gaze remained fixed on one thing: the tattoo on his forearm. That symbol. I knew it. Where…? The same circular emblem with jagged edges that looked like a burst of flame—I’d seen it before. I sensed something ominous about that mark but I had no time to think about it. The