The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie silver glow over Jackson’s pack lands.
The air was thick with tension, and Amelia couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen.
The library felt quieter than usual, as if the world itself held its breath.
She set her father’s journal down and stretched her stiff shoulders, the weight of its secrets pressing heavily on her mind.
The map Killian had shown her replayed in her thoughts—each location a ticking bomb waiting to go off.
A distant howl broke the silence, sharp and guttural. It wasn’t a call of unity or warning—it was filled with malice.
Amelia froze, her instincts flaring. Moments later, the pack’s alarm bell rang, its piercing sound reverberating through the pack house.
She bolted from the library, her hear
