Lena
The pack house loomed ahead, its stone walls glowing faintly in the light of the lanterns hanging at the entrance. From the outside, it looked solid, safe — a fortress against the chaos of the forest. Inside, I knew better. Inside, there were eyes that would watch my every move, whispers that would follow me down the halls, and truths waiting to crush me.
Dominic walked beside me in silence, his shirt torn, the wound on his shoulder seeping crimson. He hadn’t said a word since Kael vanished into the trees, and the quiet between us felt heavier than the night air.
By the time we stepped through the doors, a crowd had gathered in the great hall — warriors, pack elders, even the kitchen staff, all staring at us with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
A young warrior, barely older than
