Audrey’s POV
The packhouse was quieter than usual when I stepped inside. The warriors were still outside, training, and most of the others were busy with their daily routines. But even in the silence, I could feel it.
The elders were watching.
They might not be standing in front of me, but their presence was everywhere. Every step I took, every move I made—it was all being judged.
I wasn’t afraid.
But I hated knowing that my life was still not my own.
I walked toward my room, my mind racing. The plan was working so far. The warriors were starting to accept me. The elders were beginning to believe Luke and I were on the same side.
But Aiden’s words still lingered in my mind.
Luke wasn’t pretending.
I pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter. This was survival.
I reached my door a
