ZARA:
The pack house felt different in the evening, calmer on the surface, but restless beneath it. The air carried the faint scent of smoke and treachery. I could feel it in the way everyone spoke softer, walked faster, and looked over their shoulders more often. The pack was growing more restless by the minute.
And maybe that was why my feet carried me here, toward the Alpha’s quarters.
I told myself it was because I needed to deliver reports from the clinic, but deep down, I knew the truth. I just wanted to see him.
He had become something I couldn’t quite understand, part storm, part solace.
And it terrified me.
When I reached his door, I found it half open. He stood near the window, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, candlelight tracing the lines of muscle across his arms. Maps
