Felicity stepped into the room, her presence sharp as ever—shoulders squared, her dark hair braided tightly down her back, every movement precise.
Lena dropped Marcus’s hand like it burned her.
Felicity’s expression didn’t change. Her eyes locked on Lena’s face, unwavering, as though nothing else in the room mattered. She was zeroed in—calm, controlled, and deliberate.
Lena exhaled quietly, a small wave of relief washing over her. She didn’t see anything.
“There’s a she-wolf on the porch,” Felicity said, her voice flat and unreadable. “She’s asking for you.”
Lena stiffened. The tension returned.“Who is she?”
“I don’t know,” Felicity replied, looking between Dante and Marcus. Her voice had a cool edge, but her fingers twitched at her side.
“But she’s not from this Pack. I don’t rec
