SOPHIA'S POV
The night was quiet—eerily so. The kind of quiet that felt like the world was holding its breath. As I walked beside Nicholas, the tension between us only seemed to grow stronger. The weight of everything—the Blood Pact, the truth about Bayley, Galen’s dark ambitions—hung over us like a storm cloud, just waiting to burst. I could feel the charge in the air, the crackling energy of the forest around us, and I knew this was it. The moment we’d both been waiting for. The endgame.
As we moved deeper into the northern border, the thick trees seemed to close in around us, cutting off the rest of the world. The pack members surrounding us were silent, each of them ready, each of them feeling the same storm I could sense inside me. But Nicholas… Nicholas was different. There was som
