Wendy's POV

I moved quietly, my bare feet making soft steps on the wooden floor. The weak light under my bedroom door was weird. It wasn't there when George left.

My gut feeling said something was wrong, a strong warning that made me clench my teeth.

I thought it was just me being nervous, a leftover feeling from the day's stress with the Alpha King and the possibility of war. But the bad feeling stayed.

I moved quietly closer, pressing myself against the wall by the door. I could now hear faint noises, not just a light, but also some movement and... talking? More than one person.

My heart was...