Sabrina's pov
The evening was alive with murmurs and unease. Whispers of Ryan's condition had spread like wildfire, and I could sense the shift in the pack's atmosphere as I stood at the edge of the gathering, my gaze steady and calculating. The pack members exchanged concerned glances, eyes darting toward Ryan whenever he appeared. My satisfaction grew with each passing moment, knowing I was the catalyst behind their doubt.
Victor moved through the crowd, glancing at me with a subtle nod. He had orchestrated the perfect setup: a simple conversation among pack members that spiraled into doubts about Ryan's stability. Soon, everyone would believe he was unfit to lead.
