Third Person P.O.V.
The quiet hum of tension wrapped itself around Bella’s house like an invisible fog. Every corner of the home held secrets, every breath was cautious, every smile laced with practiced ease. The night had already started to settle deep into its stillness, and the stars blinked silently over the Blue Moon Pack.
Inside Bella’s house, Aiden and Blake had just returned from their subtle encounter with Caleb. Their footsteps were light, but their expressions were serious, and as they walked into the house, their eyes immediately searched for Claire.
She was seated on the living room couch, her long silver hair braided loosely, her eyes distant as if she were listening to something far beyond the physical room. She looked up when they entered and immediately straightened.
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