Taylor POV
The night was still, save for the occasional gust of wind brushing against the windows of the pack house. From where I stood on the third floor, everything felt distant—like watching a story unfold through glass, powerless to interfere. Down below, my father, Tucker, was in the courtyard with Nick.
Natasha lingered at my side, her sharp gaze focused on the scene below. The plan was in motion. Tucker had taken on the role of acting Alpha, leaving me to handle the pack quietly from the shadows. Natasha and I were playing the part of Mirabella’s cousins, waiting until the right time to reveal the truth.
Jay stood a few steps back, leaning against the wall, silent and sharp-eyed. He wasn’t much for words, but his presence was steady—a reminder that we were always watching, always
