Ava's POV
As I walked around the packhouse, its silence seemed unnatural. Like the peace before a storm, the evening air was still. The pack's discomfort had intensified since Carter's treachery became known, but there also was an odd, residual hope. We had discovered the traitor, and with Carter's influence cut off, the Raven suffered—at least, that is what we had hoped for.
Deep down though, I knew she wasn't finished.
Jackson had spent hours in council with the pack's leaders, and although they had made progress to protect our borders and build confidence, there was a mounting conflict that we all sensed but could not exactly label. Though much we wanted to think that Carter's capture marked the end of the Raven's reach, a part of me questioned it. She had let us see her range of wil
