Juliette’s POV
The night air was thick with tension as I moved through the pack’s territory. Moonlight barely filtered through the towering pines, casting long shadows over the snowy ground. My boots crunched against the frost, echoing louder than I wanted. Every sense was on high alert, every instinct screaming that tonight would be different—that danger was closer than ever.
I had barely had time to recover from the last encounter, but rest was a luxury I no longer had. The black-eyed intruder had resurfaced, more calculated, more ruthless than before. My chest tightened at the thought of him, his shadowy silhouette appearing without warning, manipulating fear with a cold precision that always left me off balance.
“Juliette,” Bryan’s voice cut through the stillness. Low, controlled, b
