Maeve's POV.
I didn’t sleep.
Not really.
I lay there listening to the quiet of the mansion, aware of every sound that didn’t belong to me. Footsteps far down the hall. A door closing. Someone moving with purpose. I knew without seeing him that it was Aaron.
He always moved like that when something was wrong. Controlled. Careful. Like the world would break if he didn’t hold it together himself. He was the Alpha of the Ravenswood pack, a man who spent his life managing a thousand variables, yet he still walked the halls like he was waiting for an ambush at 3:00 AM.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my palms over my face. My body still remembered yesterday. The warehouse. The moment everything tipped. The way I’d reacted without thinking...the way I’d let my wolf out of the box just to stay aliv
