THIRD PERSON POV
The next morning brought a heavy, somber mood over the pack.
The rogue in the dungeons had refused to speak through the night, his defiance unwavering.
As the pack began to stir, whispers about the betrayal spread like wildfire, sowing distrust among its members.
Amelia, Liam, and Killian were back in the library, their faces drawn with exhaustion.
The events of the previous night replayed in Amelia’s mind, but no new answers emerged.
The morning sun streamed through the windows of the library, casting long, golden beams across the table cluttered with maps, patrol logs, and hastily scribbled notes.
Liam twirled a pen between his fingers, the rhythmic motion a stark contrast to the heavy silence enveloping the room.
Killian stood by the window, his back straigh
