Dominic's P.O.V.
The moment I stepped into the pack house, an unsettling feeling clawed at my gut. Everything seemed as it should be—nothing out of place, no sign of disturbance—yet something was undeniably wrong. A gnawing sensation, like a void opening in my chest, had taken root, though I hadn't fully realized its presence.
Hunter, my wolf, stirred uneasily within me. *“Do you smell that?”* His voice was laced with a tension that matched my own. I lifted my nose to the air, and the scent that hit me made my blood run cold. It was the unmistakable, metallic tang of fresh blood. But not just any blood—Katarina’s blood.
The memory of that fateful night, when she had tried to take her own life, surged to the forefront of my mind. Her blood had seared itself into my senses, a scent I coul
