Blake’s POV
I paced back and forth across my chamber as my mind rebelled with thoughts racing within me. I kept replaying the conversation I had with Gwen, her words echoing in the quiet room. She had been so sure, so adamant about what she had seen. Yet, I found myself grappling with doubt. Could Nora, someone I had known and trusted for so long, be involved in something so sinister?
I stopped at the window, looking out over the moonlit ground. The pack grounds were quiet, but I didn't feel anything in the serenity. My mind couldn't seem to rid itself of the image of Gwen's serious expression and the pain in her eyes when I dismissed her concerns. I hadn't intended to hurt her, but the accusation against Nora seemed just so outlandish, so unlike her.
My thoughts strayed back to the pas
