In the cold grip of early dawn, darkness still blanketed the sky outside the thick windows of the Alpha's wing, and the house was drowned in silence, the kind so heavy it pressed against the chest. But deep within that silence, I was not at peace.
Sleep had claimed me for only a short while before it turned traitorous.
At first, it was like drifting through thick fog, cold, and disoriented. Then the scent hit me. Smoke. Burning wood. Blood. The suffocating stench of power and fear.
I was standing in the middle of the woods, surrounded by trees that felt like watchers. Their branches arched above me like claws reaching to snatch the moon. But it wasn’t the trees that made my heart hammer.
It was him.
Gamma Theron.
Leaning in the shadow of the doorway like he belonged here. Like he’d
