جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 150

Colt's POV I walked out of Rhett's office with my mind racing in every direction. I could almost feel the weight of every step pressing against the floor as if the hallway itself wanted to trap me before I even reached the end of it. I did not want to go back to my friends. If I did that, they would ask questions. They would want to know why the alpha had summoned me. They would want to know if I had seen Killian or Nikolai or if something new had happened in the investigation. They would stare at me with those familiar eyes that knew me too well and I would not be able to give them anything that would calm them. If anything, I would only make it worse. The last thing I needed right now was their suspicion or their pity.Instead, I turned toward the wing of the packhouse that held the rooms assigned to higher ranked wolves. I still had one there even though I rarely slept in it. I usually stayed with friends or with my cousin who was never at home anyway. Most of my things were scatt

Killian's POV I stepped outside for a moment, needing the soft air on my face after hours of sleep and trying to calm Nikolai’s weakened wolf. The garden stretched before me, colors muted in the early evening light, but the smell of flowers and earth grounded me more than I realized. I walked carefully along the cobbled path, every step deliberate because I was still weak, but the air felt good on my lungs, and for a moment I allowed myself to simply breathe. I had just turned a corner near the small fountain when I nearly collided with someone. My instincts kicked in immediately, but I quickly recognized the figure standing in front of me. My posture softened, and I bowed my head slightly in respect. Rhett stood there, looking as composed as ever despite everything that had happened. The way he carried himself reminded me why he had been the alpha for so long, why people followed him, and why I always felt both awe and wariness in his presence. “Killian,” he said, his voice even,

Declan's POV The memory of Rhett’s outburst kept running through my mind, lingering even as I tried to push it away. I could still hear the sharp edge in his voice, the anger, the betrayal, the intensity that he directed at me. It was heavy, suffocating almost, and it took everything I had not to respond in kind, to not say something I would regret. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, letting the moonlight filter through the window and cast soft patterns across the room, and tried to settle my thoughts. The night was quiet, too quiet, and the silence pressed down around me like a weight I could not lift. I closed my eyes, attempting to block the memory, to force myself into sleep, but my mind would not let me. Thoughts of Rhett, the pack, Killian, and everything that had happened crowded my head. I could feel the knife wound in my side reminding me of the fragility of my own body and how close I had been to danger. I tried to focus on my breathing, slow and even, imagining th

Rhett's POV I sat in my office with my elbows resting on the smooth surface of the desk while I stared at the spread out maps. My eyes were tired but I forced myself to keep studying the border lines and the marked points that showed the weak spots in our current patrol pattern. I had been working on it for hours and the lights in the room felt dimmer than usual even though I knew they were not. Maybe it was my own exhaustion or maybe it was the weight of everything that had happened in the past days. My body still ached from the injuries I had taken but my wolf kept pushing me to continue. I knew I should be resting. I knew Killian would probably scold me if he saw me sitting here working instead of listening to the healers. Nikolai would do worse and threaten to lock me in a room. Yet I could not stop. Not when the pack was still unstable and not when I could not shake the sense that something bigger was crawling toward us. The border lines curved across the map like veins. Every

Nikolai's POV I walked beside Killian as we made our way through the packhouse halls. The silence felt heavier than usual, almost like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Killian moved with his usual grace despite the past days’ strain, but I could feel the residual weakness under his calm exterior. My hand brushed against his as we walked, and I squeezed it briefly, a silent reassurance that I was there and that nothing could harm him while I was near. His fingers tightened ever so slightly, acknowledging my presence, and I could feel my wolf stirring in response, protective and restless. When we arrived at Rhett’s office, the guards nodded at us and quickly stepped aside, giving us room to enter. The familiar scent of leather and old wood greeted me, mingled with the faint aroma of ink from the papers strewn across the desk. Rhett was seated behind the large desk, reviewing documents with a focused expression. The moment he looked up, his gaze