CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY ONEZOEYI didn’t sleep after Graham left. I just lay there, still curled up on the bed, the sheets twisted around my legs like a net. My body was warm from where he had been lying beside me, but I felt cold and restless in a way I couldn’t explain. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt like my thoughts were dragging me somewhere I wasn’t ready to go.I wasn’t okay and not in the way that a long nap or a hot meal could fix. Something felt… wrong.Or maybe not wrong but just different.Eventually, I gave up on pretending to sleep. I sat up slowly, pressing my hands to my stomach. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel normal either. I had felt this way all morning. It was like an ache I couldn’t place, a churning that didn’t go away no matter how much water I drank or how deeply I breathed.My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way down the corridor. The pack house was still quiet, and I could hear faint voices outside, the warriors changing shifts, the stead
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETYZOEYThe morning sun felt warm against my face, slipping through the curtains to gently nudge me awake. I shifted a little, stretching my legs under the soft covers, listening to Graham’s steady breathing next to me.He stirred too, and his voice came out low and rough. “Are you awake?”“Mmm,” I hummed, not quite ready to let go of the comfort of the sheets.He chuckled, pressing his nose against my temple. “Your hair is in my face again.”I smirked, eyes still half closed. “You love it.”He snorted like it was the funniest thing ever. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”For a minute, we lay there in silence, sharing the peaceful quiet. It felt good no talk of rogues or borders or duties, just the two of us breathing the same easy air and living life like how it’s supposed to be.He sighed, wrapping his arms around me. “You know what we should do today?”I blinked, turning my head toward him. “What?”“Absolutely nothing.” He smiled like a little boy and
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINEGRAHAMMorning brought no relief. The entire house felt charged, like a single spark could burn it down. Zoey was quiet, eyes distant, as she sat on the edge of our bed pulling her hair into a loose braid. She’d barely slept, and I could see every hour of worry in the darkness beneath her eyes.I fastened the last buckle of my belt and glanced at her. “I’m going to talk to Charlie,” I told her.Zoey didn’t reply right away, just pressed her lips together. Finally, she nodded, stiff and guarded.I stepped closer, brushed a hand across her cheek. “I’ll handle it,” I said softly.“She was out there again, Graham,” Zoey murmured, voice cracking. “In the middle of the night, acting like a ghost. What is she up to?”I sighed. “I’ll find out. Try to get some rest, okay?”Her arms folded across her chest, defensive. “I don’t like this.”“I know,” I said, kissing her forehead, “but trust me.”Before she could answer, I left, moving through the halls toward t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHTZOEYThe morning felt too quiet, almost like the calm before a storm. I hadn’t slept much after dinner the night before. Charlie’s sudden need to speak privately with Graham still nagged at me. I kept replaying her uneasy face in my mind, and it refused to settle.By the time the sun broke over the pack grounds, I needed to talk to someone or I would go crazy. So I made my way to Hannah’s quarters. She opened the door in her robe, hair still tied up, blinking like she’d just woken up.“Zoey? You look like you didn’t close your eyes all night,” she said.I let out a heavy breath. “I don’t even know where to start, Hannah.”She motioned me inside. “Sit down. Tell me everything. Is it Graham?” She asked.I sank onto her couch. “No,” I shook my head, “It’s Charlie. Ever since I saw her looking uneasy yesterday, then asking to speak to Graham alone, I haven’t been okay. I know she’s his cousin or whatever, but I can’t trust her. You know what she did.”
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVENZOEYIt had been so long since Graham and I had shared a peaceful moment. Just the two of us, no worries pressing down on us, and no threats breathing over our shoulders. So when he asked if I wanted to take a walk after lunch, I didn’t even think twice.The evening was gentle, with the breeze carrying the soft scent of pine and fresh roses from the garden. Graham held my hand as we moved through the trail behind the pack house, and I felt my shoulders relax for the first time in weeks.“It feels like we haven’t had a second alone,” he said quietly, giving my hand a squeeze.“You’re right,” I replied. “I missed this.”He smiled, one of those small smiles that didn’t reach his eyes but still made my heart flutter and the butterflies in my stomach scurry around.We talked about a lot of things but nothing important, how the training had been going, how Ronald had nearly lost his temper with a stubborn young wolf, and how I wanted to redo the garden b
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIXGRAHAMThe ride back from Viktor’s territory had felt longer than usual. The words he’d spoken kept running through my head, rattling me more than I wanted to admit. Someone close to me. Someone with access, someone I trusted. That was the worst kind of betrayal.Ronald had stayed quiet most of the journey, giving me space to think. I needed it. Needed to breathe through the anger simmering in my veins. How could I lead a pack when I didn’t even know who to trust?By the time we got home, the sun was almost down, casting a dull gold across the trees. It should have been peaceful. Instead, it felt like a lie.I headed straight for my office. I had to act normal, even if my thoughts were a storm. The council would expect strength from me. The pack would, too. If they saw a crack, everything could break apart.A few minutes later, Ronald walked in, closing the door behind him.“You look like you didn’t even rest,” he said, a frown pulling at his face.“