Chapter 43 Masks Off

• Isabella’s POV
• The pack fell silent, tension snapping tight like a drawn bowstring. The night had shifted. This wasn’t just a celebration anymore. Something dark was creeping closer, and none of us were ready.
• The weight of the evening’s events pressed against me like the heavy fog rolling over the hills outside the estate. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unravelling, not just around me, but inside me too. The pack’s celebrations were behind us now, but the tension hung in the air like a thick, suffocating blanket, and my mind refused to settle.