I spent the rest of the day walking on a tightrope, feeling Damon’s gaze on me every time I moved. It was suffocating, yet I couldn't let him see the fear coiling inside me. My mind kept replaying that conversation, his cold, calculated words echoing in my head.
The Silver Moon Pack. One survivor. Loose ends.
What exactly had Damon done?
I needed answers, and I needed them fast. But confronting him directly would be suicidal. I had to play this smart.
That evening, I lingered in the office after everyone had left. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows across the hallway as I quietly made my way toward Damon’s office. I knew he often worked late, and I was counting on that tonight.
I pressed my ear against the heavy wooden door. Nothing. My heart pounded as I turned the knob, slipping in
