"I don't like this, Ella," Nathan's voice was sharp, almost cutting through the evening air as I zipped my jacket. Tristan stood beside him, his face a mask of silent frustration. The twins rarely agreed on anything, but on this, they were united.

“I’ll be fine,” I replied, keeping my tone calm, even though the tension between us was suffocating. “Sara’s coming with me, and you two need to get back to Alaska. You know we have a pack to protect.”

Nathan's eyes darkened. "You’re walking into something we don’t fully understand, and you’re expecting us to just... leave?"

Tristan finally spoke up, his voice tight. “You don’t have to...