Lulu
I followed the trail with my breath caught in my throat. Four wet wolf prints slowly shifted into two human footprints.
They led me to a small gazebo tucked away in the quietest corner of the pack house grounds, right in front of a swimming pool so murky it looked abandoned—algae everywhere, dead leaves floating on top like forgotten confetti.
I scanned the place carefully. In all my time here, I’d never once wandered into this hidden corner. Ivy crawled over the gazebo’s walls, wild and unrestrained, as if no one had bothered to trim it for years. The air was colder here, sharp against my skin, as though this part of the estate had been cut off from the celebration happening back in the main hall.
I was just about to turn around when a sound slipped through the night. A low, rest
