FAYE
No one really went back to sleep after the bell.
The pack house stayed awake in that strange, restless way that comes after a disturbance—too quiet to be normal, too alert for rest. Even when people returned to their rooms, the tension lingered in the halls, in the way doors didn’t quite close softly, in the muted footsteps that kept moving long after they should have stopped.
I changed quickly and made my way downstairs, wrapping a cardigan around myself as I went. The sitting room lights were on. Alexander and Cole were there, seated across from each other, low voices filling the space between them. Neither of them looked tired. Concern had a way of cutting through exhaustion, especially in men like them.
I headed straight for the small kitchenette off the sitting room and start
