Rose's POV

The chaos outside was deafening. Shouts echoed through the halls, and the tension in the air was so thick it felt like I could cut it with a knife. Finn’s injury had thrown the entire pack into disarray, and the sight of Alina’s cold, accusing eyes earlier kept replaying in my mind.

I forced myself to move, my feet carrying me to Benedicta, who stood near the staircase, trying to make sense of the chaos. She turned the moment she saw me, her face a mix of worry and determination.

“Benedicta,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I need to talk to you. Now.”

Without waiting for a response,...