The moon sat low in the sky, silvering the stillness of the Moonstone pack's territory. The celebration night had gone, but the residual energy of the pack members still lingered in the air. But within the dark depths of Alpha Damien's mansion, there was tension sizzling in the air.
Nadia sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers through her long, wavy hair, staring into the dimly lit room. Damien stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the shadows flicker outside.
“You’ve been quiet,” Nadia said softly, breaking the silence between them.
Damien turned to face her, his piercing eyes filled with an unreadable expression. “I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something dangerous.”
Nadia sighed. "Is this regarding Viktor and Ava? We've already dealt with them."
