Olivia's POV
The morning light broke through the trees, casting long shadows across the clearing where remnants of last night’s chaos still lingered. Warriors patrolled the edges of the Pack grounds, their gazes sharp, while others worked to clear debris and secure defenses.
My muscles ached, but the adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind a dull fatigue and a deepening sense of responsibility.
I was overseeing the repairs to one of the storage sheds when Amelia approached, her steps hesitant. She looked fragile, her usual feigned confidence replaced by an air of unease.
“Luna,” she said softly, her eyes flicking to the ground as if searching for the right words.
“Amelia,” I replied, motioning for her to walk with me. Her presence was unexpected, and the look on her face told me this
