Gavin paced back and forth in the hallway outside Jeffrey’s office, a growing sense of unease gnawing at him. He had come to discuss the rogue attack strategy with his brother, but something felt off. There was an eerie stillness in the air, and the usual sounds of activity in the packhouse were muted. It was as if the world had paused, waiting for something to break.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
As Beta of the pack and Jeffrey’s younger brother, Gavin had always trusted his instincts. They had guided him through countless battles, helped him protect the pack from threats both seen and unseen. But lately, those instincts had been screaming at him that something wasn’t right—particularly when it came to Hannah.
Ever since she had inserted herself back
