Chapter 125

Elvira

I didn’t plan to be there.

It started with a whisper in the library, a passing reference to a confidential report about Blood Moon movements in the west sector. Callan's name was now the head of discussions for patrollers. My heart stuttered.

My instincts dragged me to the quiet corner of Pack Tower’s lower west wing, an annex that doubled as a liaison space for inter-pack relations and intelligence exchanges. It wasn’t a place I frequented. I saw the door crack ...