Elisabeth's POV
The cruel irony wasn't lost on me, though I couldn't remember the exact phrase about life's bitter jokes. Here I was, finally connected to my wolf after years of silence, while Jefferson had lost his completely. The cosmos seemed to delight in these twisted exchanges, and this particular cruelty sliced through me like a blade.
Weeks had crawled by since that devastating attack. On the surface, pack life had resumed its familiar rhythm, though nothing felt quite right anymore. We'd uncovered the truth behind the recluse Alpha's death, but it only deepened the mystery surrounding us like fog. The attackers hadn't come for the Alpha's life - that was obvious now. They'd orchestrated a diversion, a single piece in some elaborate game I couldn't grasp. As if they'd anticipated our presence and simply dispatched wolves to eliminate us. Since then, an eerie calm had settled over everything. Complete, suffocating quiet.
