**Serena’s POV**
The cabin no longer felt like a refuge. It had become a fortress of fragile secrets, its wooden walls creaking under the weight of everything we now carried. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of damp pine and the metallic edge of lingering adrenaline. I spread the stolen ledger across the scarred kitchen table, the lantern’s flickering light casting long shadows over the damning columns of numbers.
Gale stood by the window, one hand resting near the hilt of his blade, his sharp eyes scanning the dark perimeter of the woods beyond. His posture was coiled, ready for anything.
“The numbers don’t just show theft,” I said, tracing a finger along the entries. “These transfers are too frequent, too massive. It’s like she’s systematically draining the pack’s treasury. Loo
