Elle’s POV
The news kept coming in waves, like the tide that refused to stop. Messengers from other packs ran in, shouting updates. More people had been caught, more omegas were freed, and the council stood there, tall and proud, their faces shining like they were the sun itself. They clapped their hands and bowed to each other, as if the whole world owed them a medal. Everyone else bowed too, cheered too, their voices rising like a wave of relief.
But not me.
I didn’t move. I didn’t cheer. I just sat there, my hands clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails dug tiny crescents into my skin. My stomach felt tight, and a low hum of unease vibrated through my chest. Because deep down, I knew the truth.
Fiona was still out there.
She was free. Untouched. Smiling somewhere in the shadows
