CLAIRE POV
The moon hung low outside, its pale light casting an ethereal glow over the Black Pack estate. I pulled the door to Aaron’s study shut behind me, careful to ensure the latch clicked softly. The servant boy’s whispers about Olivia’s abduction still lingered in the air, and I could feel Aaron’s tension even through the closed door. But my concern was an act, a mask I wore with practiced ease. Inside, I seethed.
I descended the staircase with measured grace, ensuring the guards and pack members who lingered about the estate saw nothing but the poised and elegant Luna. My face was a picture of worry, my steps purposeful, as though I was heading off to orchestrate the search for Olivia. Instead, I walked out into the cool night air, the crisp wind biting against my skin.
The mom
