When the alpha and Luna took Devon to the pack hospital, Chanel saw this as her chance to escape from the party and clear her head. She needed to get away to just breathe. She grabbed Vanessa and made her way down to the clearing that sat on the pack lands. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light spilling through the trees and casting an ethereal glow on the forest floor. Chanel stood in the middle of the clearing, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. The events of the party replayed in her mind—the drink, Devon collapsing, the chaos that followed.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Despite everything, she could still feel the faint pull of their bond, but it was weaker now, fragile like a thread about to snap.
Vanessa’s voice broke throug
