The next morning, everything felt different.
The air in the packhouse was heavy, like the walls were holding secrets I wasn’t supposed to know. I tried to act normal at breakfast, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The Alpha and Luna were quiet, barely speaking. When I looked at the Alpha, he avoided my eyes — that alone told me more than words could.
After breakfast, Jax grabbed my hand under the table. “Meet me out back in ten minutes.” He whispered. I nodded and slipped away.
We met by the tree line behind the training field. Fog hung thick in the forest, the air smelling of pine and wet dirt. Zack and Hazel were already there. They didn’t live at the packhouse, but they came whenever Jax called.
Hazel handed me a bottle of water. “You okay?”
“Not really.”
She gave a small, kind
