Chapter Forty Two

**Meanwhile, at the Mountains**

Tyrel’s POV:

I sat alone in the dimly lit room, my fingers tapping anxiously against the worn oak table. The scent of aged books mingled with the faint aroma of coffee, creating a familiar atmosphere that offered solace in the face of uncertainty. Shadows danced across the walls, casting eerie shapes that matched the apprehension festering within me. The door creaked open, and my eyes lit up as Aaron, my most trusted confidant and the Beta of my pack, stepped inside.

He wore a cloak of secrecy, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and caution. The moonlight filtering through the small window cast an ethereal glow upon his rugged features, making him appear both mysterious and alluring. Aaron took a moment to scan the room, ensuring that we were indeed alone, before closing the door behind him. His presence commanded attention, and I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from him.

"Alpha Tyrel," he began, his voice a low, hushed whisper that fil