Amelia’s POV
The night has settled over the pack grounds like a dark velvet blanket, stars twinkling faintly above the trees that encircle the house. The last guests drift through the main hall, laughter and conversation still murmuring in the background, but it feels distant, almost muffled, compared to the tension gathering in the entryway. I watch Elsa moving between the door and the car, her steps sharp, hands clenching the straps of her bag as though she might hurl it at someone if given the chance. Alex follows behind, steady and quiet, a calm counterweight to her storm.
I step closer as they pause, and Alex glances at me, a flicker of apology in his eyes. “Amelia,” he says quietly, almost reluctantly, “I’m sorry for… all of this. Elsa’s behaviour …”
I shake my head, giving him a
