Brielle's POV
The weight of Jake's kiss still lingered on my lips as I made my way through the dimly lit halls of the packhouse.
His touch, his scent, his trust,they clung to me like a second skin.
But so did the tension in the air.
Even now, long after the pack should have settled in for the night, I could feel it,the unease, the whispered conversations that stopped the moment I got too close.
The pack was on edge.
And Jake was right.
This wasn’t just about the rogues.
This was deliberate.
I clenched my fists, my wolf stirring beneath my skin. Sylvia was behind this.
She had tried to turn me against Jake before, planting seeds of doubt and playing on my fears. But she had underestimated us. Underestimated me.
And now?
She was coming for his pack.
Our pack.
Not through force
