Ava’s POV When Aiden spoke, his words sent a chill down my spine. They reminded me of a painful past. Saying, "We were cool before," he seemed to downplay the seriousness of the cracks that had once broken the trust. His offer of company and casual mention of a past they both had made me think he was trying to hide the wounds that were still there. "Friends now?" I repeated myself, and my voice was calmer than the crazy thoughts going through my head. He spoke in a carefree way that hurt my sensitive feelings, and his tone made them worse. "After all, there's no place like home, right?" His words, which were meant to heal the wounds of the past, made things even less clear.Looking into his eyes, I tried to find any sign that he felt bad about what he had done or knew how much pain he had caused. While the table was carefully set for a private talk, it became a stage for the feelings that were still brewing below the surface. Aiden's laugh, which used to be familiar and comfortable,

Ava’s POVThen it came—the thing that made me feel like a fish out of water in every sense. wearing a necklace with the clear Nightangle sign on it. It was the same symbol I had seen earlier that day in the packhouse. As I looked at the picture, the effects of what I had just learned were still fresh in my mind, which made my heart beat faster."Hold on, is this really what I think it is?" I thought something to myself as I zipped in on the jewelry in the picture, and my fingers started to shake. While the study was going on, the Nightangle sign, which is a mark closely connected to the pack, didn't seem to belong. How did this man, who is thought to have done the crime, get this kind of pendant? As my mind filled with links, I began to feel sick to my stomach. It was easy for me to remember the tattoo on the criminal's left wrist. Like the symbols I had seen on the top guards earlier that day when I was at the palace, this one was a seal. The outfits and behavior of these security g

Logan’s POV Aiden's mood changed as he started to share the news, which showed how serious the situation was. "People have told me that strays have been making trouble at the pack edges of the areas next to mine." The packs nearby are too close for us to risk getting into any trouble, and I'd rather these rogues not cause us any trouble. Just the thought of lone dogs made people feel scared right away. "Lone wolves gone missing?" Are there any specific packs, or are there just a bunch of troublemakers?" I asked about it because my mind was already running to figure out how bad the possible risk was. Aiden shook his head and said, "It's not clear yet." The letters I received did not say anything about the sender's place of origin, but we can't take any chances. We need to make sure our defenses are strong and ready for anything that might happen. I told him, "We'll take care of it, Aiden," because I knew how important the problem was. I'll go out with a group to keep an eye on the

Logan’s POVThe laughter of the rogue wolves reverberated through the night air, each mocking note driving a surge of anger through my veins. Galf's voice, a steady anchor amidst the chaos, whispered in my mind, "Keep focused, Logan. We can't let their taunts distract us. There's something more at stake here." My wolf instincts heightened as I maintained my gaze on the menacing duo. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, accentuating the gleam in their eyes. The air crackled with tension, but amid the impending clash, a distant voice reached my ears—a voice that struck a chord deep within me. "Ava!" The name escaped my lips in a guttural growl as realization hit me. The urgency of her cries sliced through the chaos like a blade. She needed help, and she needed it now. Galf's presence in my mind mirrored my concern. "Logan, we need to act fast. Ava's in danger, and these rogues are just a distraction. Focus on getting to her." The rogue wolves, their laughter lingering in the air like a

Logan’s POVI felt a boiling rage of irritation rising within me as I grasped the steering wheel. How dare Ava criticize my motions? She had the gall to question my motives after I had put my safety in danger and trusted my gut to save her. In the middle of a situation this serious, who the hell did she think she was to question my actions?I tried not to show the fury that was simmering beneath the surface of my eyes by keeping them concentrated on the road. I kept thinking about Ava's remarks, and I couldn't get rid of the irritated feeling that was eating away at me. Upon helping her, I encountered doubt rather than appreciation.I said to myself, "Just concentrate on getting to your place safely," as the stress in the automobile increased. There was an aura of uncertainty about the night, and I couldn't afford to be sidetracked. My teeth were gritted as I wound my way around the twisting roads, the engine's steady hum serving as a discordant background to my inner struggle.I look