Pecan's pov
The pack house was unusually quiet that afternoon, the usual hum of activity replaced by a heavy silence that I couldn't quite shake. I sat in the main room, trying to focus on a book that had been sitting untouched for days, but the words blurred together in front of my eyes. My mind kept drifting to everything that had happened over the past few days; Liam's persistence, Paul's distant attitude, and the tension that seemed to build around me with every passing moment. I was beginning to feel like I was trapped in the middle of something I didn't fully understand.
