Jessica pov.
We all gathered around the map Anastasia had spread out on the table. The room was tense—too quiet. The air hummed faintly with the low buzz of the lamps, shadows crawling across the faded wood. No one spoke for a while. It felt like we were standing at the edge of something, waiting for it to break.
Zane stood across from me, arms folded, his jaw tight enough to c***k. He didn’t say much, but I could see it—the flicker of worry in his eyes, the kind he tried to hide behind that cold exterior. Ronald was his Beta, his second-in-command, his brother in all but blood. And now he was missing.
It had taken a lot of convincing before Zane finally agreed to let Anastasia help us. I couldn’t blame him for hesitating. Ana wasn’t exactly someone you trusted easily. She was sharp, re
