I tried to open my eyes, but the exhaustion, the pain, and the overwhelming scent of comfort made it impossible.
I passed out before I could make sense of anything else.
Aiden's POV::
The drive back was long, my mind racing as I navigated the winding roads toward the compound. I couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in my head, each one darker than the last.
Aaren had run a week ago. A full week before the attacks on my pack started, which fit perfectly into the timeline. It was no coincidence. He'd been planning this, making his move when it would cause the most damage.
I could feel my wolf stirring beneath the surface, the anger and the need for vengeance growing with every passing moment. Aaren had to be behind this. It was clear. He'd killed the weakest members of my pack to frame
