"What's going on?" I asked, trailing after them, my heart thumping with unease.
Rachael and Collins moved with purpose, their movements too calm for the chaos on the TV screen.
“Alpha caught a lead near the borders yesterday and went to check it out,” Collins said, his voice steady, clipped. “We thought it was just Michael playing tricks again.”
Rachael had already draped herself onto the couch like she owned it. “Can I get a cup of tea, wolf?” she asked Stella with a teasing smirk, eyes glinting despite the tension in the air.
Stella gave her a flat look but got up anyway, muttering something under her breath as she headed for the kitchen.
Collins continued, his gaze shifting to the muted footage still playing on the screen—wolves lined at the border, a standoff frozen in time.
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