Eloise’ POV
“Now, we want to hear from all of you. Who has seen Alpha Damien having a fight with another wolf?” she asked, her voice steady but edged with a sharpness that cut through the air.
The room descended into an eerie silence, the kind that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave. It was so quiet that my ears started ringing.
“No one?” she pressed, her tone revealing the cracks in her patience. Her gaze swept over the gathered wolves, piercing and unrelenting. From where I sat, I could see her jaw tighten, her shoulders stiffen. Frustration etched itself into every line of her face, as though the silence was a betrayal she hadn’t expected.
What was her connection to The Grey pack? The way her eyes softened when she mentioned their loss hinted at something deeper. Perhaps it
