Chapter 6

The main house was eerily quiet as we entered. Once, it had bustled with activity—pack members coming and going, my father holding court in the great hall, my mother's laughter echoing through the corridors. Now it felt hollow, a shell of its former glory.

I moved through the rooms like a ghost, trailing my fingers over dusty surfaces, remembering. The library where my father had taught me pack history. The kitchen where my mother had shown me how to prepare Moon Wolf remedies disguised as ordinary recipes.

"Your room is still there," Uncle Mateo said softly as we reached the main staircase. "Dominick ordered it sealed after... after that night."

I hesitated at the foot of the stairs, uncertain if I wanted to revisit that particular memory. Maison's hand found mine, his touch grounding me in the present.

"You don't have to," he said quietly.

"Yes, I do." I squared my shoulders and began climbing the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.

The second floor's east wing h