Willow’s POV

We were so close to the palace, I could almost feel its looming presence like a weight on my chest. The streets were quiet, too quiet for a pack that was usually filled with life, but I felt a shift in the air, a tension I couldn’t shake. We were making our way towards the palace, but my mind kept racing, spinning around the things that had happened, the kidnappings, the betrayals, and the terrifying realization that we might have walked straight into the heart of the storm. ...