Juliette’s POV
The pack’s territory should have felt like home. The familiar hum of life, the low growls and chatter of my brothers and sisters, the scent of loyalty and kin—it should have anchored me. But tonight, the air was thick with unease, sharp and bitter like iron on my tongue. My instincts prickled with a warning I could not ignore: someone had crossed a line. Someone I thought I could trust had betrayed us.
I moved quietly through the corridors, each step deliberate, my senses stretched to the limits. Every shadow seemed alive, every whisper of wind suspicious. My Omega abilities pulsed under my skin, reacting to the tension, amplifying the dread that settled in my chest. The intruder’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind: “Those you trust the most will be the first to betray
