LAILA’S POV
I watched him walk through the front doors of the pack house, his shoulders slumped like the weight of the world had finally broken him. He didn’t glance at me. Didn’t say a single word. Just tossed his keys on the table and sank into the armchair like his bones couldn’t hold him up anymore.
I didn’t need to ask what was wrong. I already knew. There was only one name that could drag Klaus down like this.
Gina.
The same woman I used to follow around like a wide-eyed pup. She was always one step ahead—quiet, graceful, with that soft smile like nothing in the world could shake her. I used to admire her. Honestly, I did. She was strong in a way that didn’t scream. Fierce in a way that looked like patience.
I thought she’d rise with us. Be one of the ones who made it. But then
