Two months had passed since Avery and her mates returned from their much-needed vacation at the secluded cabin by the lake. The memories of that peaceful retreat lingered warmly in their minds, but life in the pack had quickly resumed its usual rhythms and demands.
Avery had thrown herself back into her duties with renewed vigor, determined to ensure the pack’s safety and well-being. Together with Shane, Sean, Romeo, and Cruz, they had strengthened the pack’s defenses, organized patrols, and continued to foster a sense of unity among the pack members. The wounds left by Cassie’s betrayal were slowly healing, replaced by a shared determination to move forward.
Yet amid the routine and responsibilities, Avery had begun to notice something unusual. It started subtly—a twinge of nausea here,
