Alexander's POV

The evening's weight hung heavy, like a physical presence, as Shawn and I stepped into the pack house.

The familiar scent of leather and cedar enveloped us, but the tension from our encounter lingered, seeping through the walls like shadows.

"Did you see the boy?" Shawn's voice broke the silence, his words tinged with disbelief and bitterness.

I remained silent, lost in my tumultuous thoughts.

Memories of Abigail flooded my mind—her laughter, her gentle touch, the ...