The following morning, the tension in the air was palpable. Leona walked through the halls of the pack house, her mind filled with questions she could no longer keep to herself. Every step felt heavy, each moment bringing her closer to confronting the one person who might finally have the answers she had been seeking.
She found Zane in his study, his face etched with concern as he pored over reports from the borders. The furrow in his brow deepened as he scanned the pages, his attention so focused that he didn’t notice Leona standing in the doorway for a moment. The room felt too quiet, the weight of their shared past and the unresolved pain between them hanging in the air like an invisible barrier.
Leona hesitated before speaking, the words she had been rehearsing all night threatening
