Chapter Forty-Two
Trina’s POV
The moonlight filters through the wide windows of the pack house, painting silvery streaks across the wooden floorboards. I blink to ensure I can no longer feel the effect of the wine, then stretch as far as my arms can take me, ready for my new quest. The house is eerily silent, the usual buzz of wolves and their nightly escapades absent. It’s the perfect time.
My feet hit the floor as I slip out of the bed, careful not to make a sound. The ticking clock on the wall makes me jerk in that direction, but a low chuckle escapes my lips when I realize how stupid my fear is. I can hear nothing, so that is enough to tell that no one is awake. I allow the thrill of the hunt to seep through my bones, reminding me that every step I take toward the truth inches me cl
