The Nightshade packhouse was unusually quiet for a night with so much turmoil hanging over them. The pack had been alerted to the danger, but after hours of investigation, planning, and nervous glances, there was little left to do but wait. The weight of Killian’s escape settled over the pack like a dark cloud, and the knowledge that someone from within had betrayed them hung heavy in the air.
Amara paced the length of her and Darius’s quarters, her bare feet brushing against the cool stone floor. Her mind was racing, replaying the events of the day over and over again, trying to make sense of how things had spiraled so quickly. Just hours ago, they had been preparing for battle, defending their pack against Killian’s loyalists. Now, Killian himself was free, and the entire pack was at ri
