Leslie's POV:
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the pack house, but my heart was anything but serene. Ever since Elara arrived, there had been an unspoken tension in the air. I couldn't shake the feeling that her presence wasn't as innocent as she claimed. Sure, she was Damien's ex-fiancée, and I had grudgingly accepted that history, but something about her visit felt wrong. It was as if she was here for more than just a friendly catch-up. My instincts were on high alert.
The days had passed awkwardly since her arrival. Every smile she threw at Damien, every mention of their past, grated on my nerves. But it wasn't just jealousy. It was something deeper. A feeling I couldn't shake—like an itch beneath my skin that warned me danger was near.