The night air was thick and still, heavy with the scent of rain that had yet to fall. The packhouse was quiet, most of the pack retired for the evening. I wandered through the halls, restless. Despite the alliance meeting’s cautious success, the unease that Cassandra’s presence stirred within me hadn’t dissipated.
I couldn't shake the feeling that her behavior yesterday had been intentional. Something about her felt... wrong.
I found myself walking toward the storerooms, where supplies for the pack’s preparations were being gathered. Kane had insisted on inventorying every weapon, ration, and medical supply to ensure we were ready for whatever Darius might throw at us.
As I approached the storeroom door, a faint sound reached my ears—the soft shuffle of movement. My instincts sharpened,
