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Chapter 23 - True or False

Author: Chazaya Mynet
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-11-07 14:00:35

*** Ariana’s POV

“What just happened?” I muttered, letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Relief washed over me, softening the tension that had wound itself tightly in my shoulders. Staying here—in the pack—meant I could breathe a little easier, at least for now.

Taking a few calming breaths, I tried to center myself, pushing down my worry as best I could. 

Focus, Ariana. Focus on what matters now. 

There was no way I could leave James’s death a mystery. Whatever had killed him so suddenly had left no trace, and if I could find some explanation, maybe it would ease the guilt clawing at me.

I turned to the shelves that lined the walls of my office—floor-to-ceiling bookshe

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