Aarhea’s Point of View
The night was quiet when I heard a faint knock on my room door. Jake stood by the window, tense.
Jake whispered, “At this hour? Careful, Aarhea.”
I opened the door slowly. Elias slipped inside, his face pale, sweat on his forehead.
“Alpha Aarhea,” Elias whispered. “Please, I need to talk.”
Jake stepped closer, eyes sharp. “You could be followed.”
“I wasn’t,” Elias said quickly. “I made sure. I waited until the guards changed shifts.”
I closed the door and lowered my voice. “Elias, what is it? Last time you wanted to say something but Logan stopped you.”
He nodded, trembling. “Yes. And if they knew I was here, I’d be dead already.”
Jake frowned. “Dead? Why?”
Elias took a shaky breath. “Because my father wasn’t the traitor. He never was. He admitted it only b
