Alina’s POV

The dim glow of the moon seeped through my window, casting long, wavering shadows on the walls. The silence in the pack house was almost unnerving, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind. Finn’s death haunted me relentlessly—his smile, his laugh, the way he always seemed to hold the pack together. Now he was gone, and we were left scrambling in the dark to uncover who had ripped him away from us.

But I wouldn’t rest until I knew.

A soft knock on my door startled me. My heart raced as I got up cautiously. No one should have been awake at this hour. Opening the...