Chapter Thirty Four

Nemesis's Point Of View

The winds whispered through the trees, carrying with them the weight of uncertainty and the faint scent of approaching danger. The packlands, once a place of solace and unity, had transformed into a battlefield of mistrust and deception. My heart, bruised by Xavier's rejection, ached with the weight of our shattered bond.

Days turned into nights, and nights bled into days as I tirelessly gathered evidence, seeking allies among the pack's disillusioned members. Together, we uncovered a web of deceit that stretched far beyond the borders of our territory, reaching into the highest echelons of werewolf society.

In a secluded cave, dimly lit by flickering torches, I huddled with a group of trusted pack members. The atmosphere was tense, filled with the urgency of our mission. Maps and documents lay scattered across the rugged ground as we pieced together the puzzle of Jane and Caleb's treachery.

"We need solid proof," I said, my voice determined but tinged with fat