Elara’s POV
Dante’s footsteps echoed behind me as we rushed back to the house. My hands still smelled like blood; Corin’s wound had only just been bandaged, and the cursed arrowhead sat in Kael’s palm like a lie. Something had breached our borders and tasted our fear..whispered my name. I didn’t know whether to be furious or terrified. Either way, we were moving: pack first, answers later.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. My breathing was shallow, ears straining for every shift in the air. Stress sharpened my senses until I could hear movements miles outside the pack grounds. I hated being like this..half on edge, half frozen. But fear did this to me. Anger too.
“Eva, I know you’re there. Come in.” My voice was sharper than I meant.
The door creaked open and Eva slipped inside,
