Olivia’s POV
The morning after felt like walking into a battlefield where the enemy wasn’t claws or teeth, but whispers.
I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing endlessly on the nightstand, the vibration rattling against the wood like a persistent warning. At first, I thought it was just another early morning pack update or one of the mundane notifications I usually ignored. But then I saw the sheer number of missed calls and unread messages. Dozens. No—hundreds.
My stomach knotted.
Lucas stirred beside me, his arm still heavy across my waist. His breaths were steady, too steady, the kind of controlled calm he wore like armor when he didn’t want me to see what churned beneath the surface.
“Lucas,” I whispered. “It’s everywhere, isn’t it?”
He didn’t open his eyes, but the faint twitch
