Scarlett
The scent of rain lingered in the air as I stepped into the quiet confines of my office. Papers were strewn across the desk, a chaotic array of reports and photographs from the scene of Sarah’s murder.
Each piece told a fragment of a story, yet the full picture remained maddeningly out of reach.
My wolf, Ray, growled low in my mind, her frustration mirroring my own. Something doesn’t add up, she said. Jack doesn’t feel like the killer.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “And yet, the evidence says otherwise,” I muttered aloud.
David’s voice echoed in my memory from earlier that day. “Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment, Luna. The pack’s safety comes first.”
He was right, of course. As Luna, it was my duty to uphold justice, to ensure that no one - Alpha, Beta,
