Enzo’s POV

I wandered the pack house, trying to clear my head after a long day. I had been feeling restless lately, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

As I turned a corner, I saw Tricia sneaking around the bedrooms. She looked nervous and fidgety, and her eyes darted back and forth as if checking to ensure no one was watching.

My instincts immediately went on high alert. What was Tricia doing here, and what was she hiding?

I crept up behind her, trying to be as ...