KRISTEN'S POV

I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped back into the hallway.

It wasn’t the silence. Our pack house had quiet corners, especially after long meetings where everyone scattered to take up new orders. It wasn’t the dimmed sconces either. Those were always left low at night.

No… it was the air.

The terrible stillness in it.

Like the whole building had taken a breath and forgotten to release it.

I headed straight for our room, half-expecting to see her ...