Audrey’s POV
The air hung thick with tension. You could cut it with a knife.
The fighting was done, but the war? Not even close.
Guys were patching the injured wolves, dragging the bodies away from the field. The place reeked of blood mixed with wet dirt. Stomach-turning.
But I was laser-focused on one person: Lena.
The second thing got hairy, so she booked it at the packhouse. Didn't lift a finger, didn't even look stressed.
She was in on it.
She knew something was coming.
Luke stood next to me, his eyes glued on the same door as mine.
We gotta talk to her, I mumbled.
Luke sighed. Yeah, let's do it now.
We pushed our way through the exhausted warriors. Some of them watched us pass with worried eyes.
They fought hard.
But they knew something was off.
This wasn’t just a random
