Brielle’s POV
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because I wasn’t tired, I was,but because Jake’s voice kept replaying in my head.
You were hiding it. You still are.
He wasn’t wrong.
That was the worst part.
I’d told myself it was protection,shielding him from another firestorm while he tried to hold the pack together,but that was just the easy excuse. The truth? I hadn’t known how to explain what Arthur’s letters made me feel.
Not fear. Not exactly.
It was the pull that terrified me.
The way he knew which strings to tug.
The way part of me kept reading.
Even when I swore I wouldn’t.
The box arrived in the morning.
It was waiting for me on the table in the quiet side hall near the training grounds, where most of the patrol reports were dropped. At first I didn’t even notice it. Ju
