Aurelia’s POV
The video clip loops endlessly in my mind, its grainy footage haunting me like a ghost. Whoever is behind this isn’t just watching—they’re documenting. Recording every move we make, every secret we try to bury.
And now they’ve made it clear: they’re not afraid to use it against us.
Julian paces the room, his frustration palpable as he mutters under his breath. Drake leans against the wall, arms crossed, his usual cockiness replaced by something darker—something uneasy.
But I can’t focus on either of them right now. My thoughts are consumed by one question:
Who is doing this?
“It has to be someone from the pack,” Julian says finally, breaking the heavy silence. “No one else would’ve had access to that kind of information, or the resources to track us like this.”
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