Bianca's POV

The air in the pack house was suffocating, laden with tension so thick it was nearly tangible. Finn’s death had cast a dark shadow over everything, and it was a matter of time before accusations and suspicions boiled over. My hands trembled as I paced my room, my mind racing.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

Jenny sat on the bed, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face pale but defiant. “Bianca, this is getting out of hand. Rose knows something. She practically accused us in front of Benedicta.”

I whirled on her, my voice sharp. “And what exactly do you think we should do about...