The morning air was thick with mist, curling around the cottages and trees like an ever-present shroud. Lena had barely slept, her mind restless from Kane's recent message. The dark roses and elegant note had been more than a threat—it had been an invasion, a reminder that he was closer than she had realized. Every shadow felt like a pair of unseen eyes watching her, waiting.
As she stepped out onto the porch, a familiar sight greeted her—another object placed carefully on the wooden steps, this time a small box wrapped in dark velvet. Her breath caught, a shiver running down her spine. The ornate seal on top was unmistakable: the Bloodmoon Pack’s emblem.
With trembling hands, Lena picked up the box, dread pooling in her stomach as she lifted the lid. Inside, nestled against the velvet l
