My days in Snowville had felt like living inside enemy territory.
Every street, every hallway, every gathering carried the scent of danger. One by one, familiar faces disappeared. From the Morrigans pack to Lincy, people fell like dominoes. Some were taken quietly. Others went down in chaos. No explanations. No justice. Just silence.
I never knew who would be next.
My instincts never rested. Even when I tried to sleep, my body stayed tight, muscles coiled under my skin, ready to shift, ready to fight, ready to run. I ate quickly. Spoke carefully. Watched every shadow twice.
Even with Lewis beside me, the fear never fully left.
He would stand close, his presence solid and commanding, but the threat always lingered beyond the walls. It was like something dark had memorized my scent. Like it was waiting for me to lower my guard.
I learned to breathe quietly. To smile while calculating exits. To kiss my Alpha while preparing for war.
