BETRAYAL

In the dim light of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the pack territory, Carl leaned against a wall, his arms crossed, his expression a mix of determination and frustration. The air was thick with tension as he awaited Amelia’s arrival. He knew she would come; she was always curious about his plans, especially after the chaos that had unfolded with Mrs. Lauren’s death.

When Amelia finally stepped inside, her brow furrowed and her eyes sharp with anger, Carl straightened up, his demeanor shifting from casual to serious. “Amelia,” he greeted her coolly, masking his intentions behind a veil of charm.

“What’s this about a meeting? You said it was urgent,” she snapped, crossing her arms defensively.

“I’ve been thinking about our situation, about Damien,” he began, choosing his words carefully. “We need to act before he gathers more strength, before he seeks revenge for what happened to his mother.”

Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “What are you suggesting? You’re not seriously considering