Mirabel's expression hardened at Ariana's words.
"You're right," she muttered quietly, her voice edged with tension.
Ariana's eyes gleamed as she stepped closer, her voice lowering into something darker.
"Now that she's in the pack," she began, her tone laced with cruelty, "if it turns out she isn't a werewolf... if she fails to awaken her wolf during the Second Gala, then she's nothing but a mere human. A fragile little lamb among predators."
She let out a soft, mocking laugh, the disdain in her voice practically dripping from her lips.
"And the only use she'll have for the Ashford family will be to surrender her blood. Once the virus begins to spread again, we'll need her to produce the pills that will save our people. Her blood is her only value. And once that value is exhausted... well, you know what comes next."
Mirabel's lips curled into a slow, sinister smile, the venom finally returning to her expression.
