Chapter 33

Silvia "Silvia? Silvia, are you there?" Noah's concerned voice crackled through my phone, barely registering as my grip tightened until my knuckles turned white. My entire body had gone rigid. "Y-yes, I'm here," I managed to answer, forcing lightness into my tone. "I'm fine, Noah. Just zoned out for a second." My eyes were fixed on him. Zack. He hadn't moved from his position, partially hidden in the shadow of a tall column near the administration building. The memory of last night's confrontation made my stomach clench—two dominant wolves fighting over territory. But I wasn't territory. I was just desperate. "Are you sure you're okay? You went quiet there." Noah's voice immediately shifted to worry mode. "Really, I'm fine," I repeated, carefully turning away from Zack's direction—out of sight, out of mind, at least temporarily. "Did you eat breakfast?" Noah asked. I found myself smiling, remembering Alpha Sherman in the kitchen—sleeves rolled up as he made waffles, exuding that natura