Olivia’s POV
Morning came with an unsettling quiet. The pack house usually hummed with energy at dawn—pups scurrying down the hallways, warriors training in the courtyard, omegas rushing about with their daily duties. But that morning, I woke to an eerie stillness, as if the air itself was holding its breath.
Lucas was already gone, his side of the bed cold. A note lay on the pillow in his sharp handwriting:
“Council meeting. Don’t wait up for breakfast. — L.”
I traced the letters with my fingertip, frowning. Lucas rarely left without waking me, and council meetings weren’t normally this early. Something was shifting beneath the surface, something I wasn’t privy to.
I rose, washed quickly, and dressed in a simple cream blouse and dark jeans before stepping into the hallway. Servants g
