Melanie's POV
Wasn't Trista supposed to be at that werewolf academy in London?
What was she doing back here?
Did she come back with Archer?
If so, they'd been back in LA for over a day. They must have realized I wasn't at the estate.
And yet, Trista hadn't sent me a single message.
The half-broken mating bond in my chest gave a sharp tug, a dull ache crawling up my nerves.
I gripped my bag until my knuckles turned white, my eyes locked on that small, skipping figure ahead.
I followed her.
As I rounded the corner of the lobby, the air hit me first.
A heavy mix of scents—the sharp, metallic undertones of several Alphas layered together like an invisible wall, cordoning off the hallway.
I immediately ducked behind a pillar.
At the end of the hall, Camille stood in the middle of a
