Chapitre 60: Chapter 60

Fiona's POV

The moonlight spilled through the large windows of the packhouse as I paced back and forth in my room, my thoughts restless. The preparations for the wedding were in full swing, and while I tried to focus on the positive, a gnawing unease tugged at my mind.

A soft knock broke my train of thought. "Come in," I called out, pausing mid-step.

The door opened, and in walked Stella, one of my closest friends in the pack. Her usually cheerful face looked tense. "Fiona, we need to talk."

"What's wrong?" I asked, motioning for her to sit.

She sat down, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her blouse. "It's about Sabrina. I overheard something you should know."

I tensed. "Go on."

Stella glanced around as if to ensure we were alone. "One of the scouts near the border reported seeing her close to our territory. She didn't cross, but she's definitely planning something."