Scarlet
The packhouse felt different tonight—like the very walls were holding their breath. There was an unease in the air, thick and suffocating, crawling under my skin as whispers spread like wildfire.
A traitor.
Someone had been leaking information to Elijah, feeding him details about the pack’s movements, strategies, and weaknesses.
I stood in the main hall, my arms crossed as pack members murmured around me, fear and suspicion thick in their eyes. Trust had always been a fragile thing in Spring Hollows, but now, it was shattered. The thought that someone among us—someone we fought beside, ate beside, lived beside—had been working against us sent an unfamiliar chill down my spine.
Damien and Ronan stood at the center of it all, tension rolling off them in waves. They weren’t sayin
