Amelia’s POV
The night is alive with tension, the sharp scent of blood and sweat mixing with the cool night air, carrying the distant growls and snarls of the fight that has erupted across the pack grounds. I remember the messages on Elsa’s phone, its messages spilling secrets I had never understood before, until now. My heart pounding not from fear, but from the clarity that settles over me with every word I have read, there were not only conversations between her and Alex alone, not mere apologies or fleeting attempts at reconciliation, but deliberate exchanges between Elsa and Caroline, the rogue who no longer walks among the Red River Pack, who now stands on the edge of chaos as a conspirator in this storm. Each line was precise, each coordinate carefully noted, every whispered plan m
