The door creaks open, breaking the suffocating silence of the room. Nathan steps in, his face pale, his eyes heavy with news that weighs more than he can bear. His footsteps are hesitant, almost reluctant, but he knows he cannot hide what he carries. Not from Lowell. Not tonight.
Lowell is standing by the window, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles have turned white. His eyes, glowing faintly with the Lycan fire that never dims, are fixed on the dark night beyond. He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t have to. He already knows Nathan has something he will not want to hear.
Nathan clears his throat, but the words stick. He exhales, shoulders trembling slightly. “Alpha… Marco and Stephen… they’ve escaped.”
The room falls silent. The crackle of the fireplace feels louder than it shoul
