Mariah POVThe music was soft, the kind that was supposed to lift spirits but only made the air heavier. The packhouse smelled like food and faint cologne, and laughter drifted from the main room, but I could feel the hollowness under it all.This wasn’t really a party.It was a performance.A celebration “for Nick and Josh” — to cheer them up after my supposed death. Wolves raised glasses and gave sympathetic smiles, clapping the future Alpha and Beta on the back like they hadn’t just buried a piece of themselves.They had no idea I was still breathing.Only our close friends and family knew the truth. And tonight, that truth was a weapon.The adults weren't here tonight and everyone that knew the plan where in the spot they were assigned making sure Mila didn't have a chance to escape in case she tried. I crouched in the shadow of the staircase, hidden by the curve of the banister. My heart thudded with adrenaline, not fear. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t trembling because I
Last Updated : 2025-08-01
