Project Silver Veil

Elena’s POV

I leave the packhouse before dawn, when most wolves are still asleep. The air is cold enough to sting my skin, but it helps clear my mind. My wolf pushes me to move faster, guiding me toward the southeastern edge of the territory.

There is only one person left who might know the truth. The retired healer. The one who vanished from pack duties right after Damon’s father died.

Her cottage is small, hidden behind thick trees and worn fences. Smoke ...