Chapter 30
Three days has passed since I found the blood-inked warning, and I still had no clear answers. Mason had been frustratingly scarce, constantly surrounded by pack members as they conducted extensive security sweeps of the territory.
My promised forty-eight hours had come and gone with only a brief message asking for my patience. Meanwhile, I'd kept the mysterious note hidden, unsure who I could trust with its existence—not even Josie.
The morning training session was scheduled to begin at eight, and I arrived early, as it had become my habit. The training grounds were already busy, but conversations died as I approached.
Pack members spoke in hushed tones, falling silent when I drew near, only to resume whispering once I passed. The unsettling pattern had increased since the
