The pack house felt like a tomb.
Warriors moved through the halls in silence. Tending wounds. Counting losses. Avoiding eye contact with me.
Because this was my fault.
All of it.
I stood in what was left of the main hall, Elena's folder clutched in my hands, and felt the weight of their stares.
"Five dead," someone muttered. "Because of her."
"My daughter is in critical condition," another voice said. Bitter. Angry. "She might not make it through the night."
"We should have listened to Thomas. Should have sent the witch away when we had the chance."
The words cut deeper than any blade.
"That's enough." Marcus stepped between me and the crowd. "Sera is our alpha's mate. She's under our protection."
"She brought this war to our door!"
"Thomas brought this war!" Marcus's voice crac
