Amelia POV

The room was quiet in a way that made my skin itch.

The air in Jane's room was different than in the rest of the pack.

It had that scent of pine and lavender that seemed to calm my nerves.

And yet, the tension between us was still heavy.

Jane stood near the long table by the window, arms folded across her chest, her posture straight.

“Are you sure this plan will work?” she asked again, her voice low but firm.

I sat on the edge of the cushioned chair, my fingers ...