Chapter 132 Whispers In The Greenhouse

• BRIANA
• Something doesn’t feel right—like the calm before a thunderstorm. My body’s here in my office, but my mind keeps drifting elsewhere. The glowing text on my computer screen blurs as I stare through it, lost in thought.
• It started this morning. Drake had been talking quietly with David in the dining hall while the delicious scent of freshly baked apple strudels filled the air. I tried to focus on breakfast, but curiosity got the better of me when I noticed the serious expressions on their faces. Before I could reach them, Drake shifted into his wolf form and sprinted toward the border.