Julian's pov
The atmosphere in the pack house was thick with tension, a subtle undercurrent of unease that I couldn't quite shake. Ever since the rogue attacks had started, things had been unraveling,secrets rising to the surface, alliances fraying. I could feel it in the way people moved, spoke in hushed tones, and avoided meeting each other's eyes. But none of that prepared me for what I was about to learn.
It began with a knock on my door. Not a casual knock, but a frantic, insistent one that made me bolt upright from where I'd been poring over maps of the pack's territory. I opened the door to find one of the younger wolves, his face pale and his hands trembling.
"Julian," he whispered, glancing nervously down the hallway. "You need to come with me. Now."
"What's going on?" I asked, already pulling on my jacket.
"It's Pate," he said, his voice barely audible. "I overheard her talking to someone… someone dangerous."
