Amelia’s POV
I watch Peter leave the kitchen, his steps quiet but purposeful, and the weight of his promise lingers in the air, a secret pact between us that could be the key to uncovering everything Elsa has been hiding. The tension inside me eases only slightly. I know that having Peter on my side is an advantage, but the real work is far from over. Every word he will dig up, every connection he uncovers, will still have to be interpreted, pieced together, and tested against the woman moving so smoothly through the pack house, unaware that her carefully constructed facade is already under scrutiny.
I take a deep breath, smoothing my expression into the practised mask I wear for the pack, for outsiders, and for the children. The moment Peter is gone, the domestic reality resumes, and I
