Jasper's POV
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the pack grounds. I slipped through the shadows behind the healer's hut, my heart pounding not from fear, but from the thrill of the game. Odessa had sent a note earlier that day—short, sharp, like her: *Meet Celeste at midnight. She's in. Don't screw this up.* I hated taking orders from that witch, but if it meant taking down Dawn, I'd play along. My brother had stolen everything from me—my position, my mate Lila. Now, with Bambi in the picture, he thought he had it all. Not for long.
I knocked softly on the back door, three quick taps like Odessa instructed. It creaked open, and there she was—Celeste, the pack's trusted healer. Her eyes were wide, almost feverish in the dim light. She was older than me, maybe in her late thirties, with soft blonde hair tied back and a face that looked kind on the surface. But I knew better. Odessa wouldn't recruit someone weak.
