Chapter 158

• Liam:
• The night pressed heavy against the safe house walls, thick with the scent of smoke, rain, and wolves who didn’t sleep anymore. Wolves who have been looking, trying to find a lead, trying to get anything that would bring her to me…
• I hadn’t been back to the pack grounds in two days. Couldn’t. The place felt like a coffin, every corner echoing with her scent, her voice, her absence. Instead, I came here, neutral land. A bunker built years ago during the border wars. Concrete walls, old metal tables, and a quiet that hummed with tension.