Bella's POV
The storm had settled over our house just as the weather forecast predicted, creating the perfect backdrop for an evening of case review. I sat at my desk with a steaming coffee mug, fingers tangled in my hair as I studied the files spread before me.
Chloe's voice drifted up from downstairs. "Alpha Derek is here to see you."
My stomach tightened. Derek never made unannounced visits, especially not during weather like this. Something was wrong.
"Send him up," I called back, setting down my pen.
I had moved to the terrace despite the storm, needing the cool air to clear my thoughts about the ongoing investigation. The case had been consuming my mind for days, and I hoped the fresh perspective might help.
Derek's footsteps echoed on the stairs before he appeared, his usual composed demeanor replaced by visible agitation. His eyes darted around nervously, and I could practically feel the tension radiating from him.
