Dylan”s pov
The rain had started before dawn, steady and cold — the kind that soaked into the bones. By the time I stepped outside the pack house, the world smelled of wet earth and secrets.
The guards bowed as I passed. They could sense it — the shift in my mood, the quiet storm beneath my calm.
The doctor’s death wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this.
I’d sent men to check on him last night after hearing rumors that he hadn’t returned home. They found his body at the edge of the forest — no signs of struggle, no scent of an attacker, nothing but silence and a faint trace of wolfsbane. It didn’t make sense. He wasn’t an enemy, just a healer. Unless… someone wanted him silenced.
I clenched my jaw and motioned for my Beta, Marcus, to follow me.
“Any update from the patrols?” I aske
