Chapter Eighty-nine

Louis walked briskly along the forest path, the cool night air brushing against his face. The trees loomed tall and silent, their leaves whispering in the breeze, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. The day had been long and exhausting, filled with endless meetings and investigations, but he was finally heading home. Home to Angela, where he could find solace and peace in her presence, even if just for a short while.

As he approached the edge of the village, he caught sight of a group of pack members huddled together. Their voices were low, almost conspiratorial, and something in their hushed tones made him...