Julian's pov
The journal lay on my desk like a ticking time bomb. Its battered leather cover, scratched and weathered, was a stark contrast to the secrets it held inside. I had found it earlier that day during a patrol along the outskirts of the pack's territory. The rogue I had fought off hadn't been particularly skilled, but the way he clung to this journal made me realize its importance. Now, as I carefully turned its pages, I felt the weight of the truth pressing down on me.
The entries were fragmented, scrawled in a messy hand, but they painted a picture of something far worse than random rogue attacks.
"The pack will never see it coming. Our ally on the inside will ensure that."
I leaned back in my chair, the words burning themselves into my mind. An ally within the pack? That meant betrayal,someone we trusted was working against us.
A knock at my door snapped me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I called, quickly closing the journal and sliding it into a drawer.
