THIRD PERSON POV
The air inside the pack house felt unnervingly still as Amelia walked through the corridors, the faint glow of the moon filtering through the windows.
She couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that had lingered since she overheard Madison’s hushed conversation in the Alpha’s study.
Something wasn’t right.
She adjusted the dagger strapped to her thigh, her senses sharp despite the tension gripping her chest.
The pack house was supposed to be a place of safety, but tonight, it felt anything but secure.
The hallway stretched endlessly before her, its silence oppressive.
As she turned a corner toward the main staircase, the faint sound of footsteps echoed behind her.
Amelia froze, her hand instinctively reaching for her dagger.
“Who’s there?” she called out, her voice
