LOGINGEORGINA'S POV, As I opened the door, the house smelled like decay. I noticed it the second I stepped inside. I wanted to leave instead of stepping further inside because the damp air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of rot and neglect. The floor creaked under my heels as I moved further in
ELENA'S POV, “So you think someone let him in. Deliberately.” He stated, and it somehow made me feel extremely happy to see that he didn't present it like a question. “The guards let in a stranger to your quarters without informing Joyce or me about it. That's not a good sign. I specifically asked
ELENA'S POV, After my sudden meeting with the handsome stranger that night, morning came too quickly. I didn't sleep much, and whatever little rest I was able to get in between, it felt shallow, constantly interrupted by the same image replaying in my mind. Every time the stranger was standing un
ELENA'S POV, The pack house had gone quiet hours ago, but sleep refused to come. I sat by the window in the room Joyce had given me, watching the last traces of rain cling to the glass before sliding down in uneven lines. The storm had passed, but it had left something behind. Not in the sky, but
ELENA'S POV, “It wasn’t just a claim,” Andrew cut in, his voice firm enough to stop the speculation before it could spiral. He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the table as his gaze swept across the room again, anchoring their attention back to him. “I had my spies look into it after E
ELENA'S POV, Joyce's pack house was warmer than I expected, but it didn't ease the weight sitting on my chest. The storm had followed us for a long part of the way, rattling against the windows before fading into a steady drizzle. It was as if the sky itself had grown tired of helping me for this
RYAN'S POV,“Do you? Do you believe she's lying? Do you believe she's the one who did it?”The question hit me harder than I wanted to admit. I looked away immediately and focused on the empty spot on my desk where the file had been previously. The thought of Elena’s hands looking for the specific f
“She’s Ollie’s nanny,” I said flatly to the head cook, who had the sense not to meet my eye. “Not a Luna of this pack, and certainly not his wife. It would be best if you remind your staff to know the difference. They think she's the one in charge of the things around.”The cook bobbed her head quic
Elena smelled of honey, of parchment and ink from Ollie’s lessons, and of the faint lavender she used sparingly. However, the scent on the file was of an imported product. I knew it because I had the same perfume in my closet. It was a gift from someone, but I couldn't place the person who gave it t
CASEY'S POV,The Presidential Palace hummed with whispers just a few hours after my conversation with the housekeeper. And it didn't die out even when a whole week had passed. It wasn't a secret that the servants had long memories and even sharper tongues. Though most of them knew better than to spe







