"Let's go."
Elliot's voice had turned cold and distant, the kind that meant he had already sealed his emotions behind Alpha control. Even from afar, I could almost feel the shift in his presence—like a dominant wolf suppressing instinct before it turned violent.
Rey didn't question him. The car pulled away through another exit, leaving everything behind.
But I had a feeling it wasn't truly over.
Later that evening, Alex drove Jared and me to meet Francis. The restaurant near the company carried a warm, comforting atmosphere, filled with soft lights and quiet conversations. It felt almost like a small pack gathering, calm and orderly, yet my thoughts drifted more than once.
Something lingered beneath the surface.
