Tiara's POV
My body ached as I moved through the broken halls of the pack house, my steps careful as I listened to the chaos outside. The battle had spread beyond the borders. Growls and cries echoed through the night, blending with the clash of claws and teeth.
I wasn’t supposed to be here.
But something pulled me in.
An instinct I couldn’t ignore.
Something felt wrong.
I stepped over a shattered chair, pressing my back against the cold stone wall as I peered around the corner. My breath hitched.
A man—one of our guards.
A trusted warrior.
Leading an enemy wolf.
My stomach twisted.
I didn’t move.
The rogue followed closely behind him, its posture too relaxed—like it knew it was being protected.
I inhaled sharply, willing my mind to process what I was seeing.
A traitor.
I wa
