The shouts tore through the pack like a storm unleashed.
Cries. Howls. Panic woven with disbelief.
I remained stretched across the sitting room couch, my body relaxed, my breathing steady, my expression calm. Almost bored. A faint smirk curved my lips, sharp and deliberate, the kind that belonged to someone who already knew the ending of the story while others were still struggling through the middle.
The Moonfall pack was in chaos.
Their Beta was dead.
Leo was dead.
The wolves outside howled his name, their grief echoing through the halls, vibrating against the walls, crawling into every corner of the pack house. I felt it all, yet none of it touched me. My heart did not tighten. My chest did not ache. If anything, the noise amused me.
Leo crossed my path.
Leo heard my se
