Jasmine’s POV~
I was sitting cross-legged on the bed in my dorm room, my laptop on. The room was a mess — books stacked on the desk, clothes spilling from an open drawer — but my attention was locked on the screen as I scrolled through my father’s old emails. I had hacked into his account months ago, a distrustful act, but I had never dug this deep. And that changed after meeting Elara at the Café. Her desperate outburst had triggered something in me—a curiosity I couldn’t put to rest, something that made me doubt everything I thought I knew about my father.
Elara’s words echoed in my head. My dad’s shooting wasn’t random. It’s related to the pack business, maybe something your father did. I’d turned her away, my loyalty to Dad flaring, but the words were liquid silver. Silver was a final weapon, a poison for traitors or foes too dangerous to kill in a fair fight. To think that my dad might be in any way connected to such a thing was preposterous. And yet here I was, breaking his trust
