THE NIGHT

Amelia returned to the pack house under the cover of darkness, her mind racing with the thrill of her conversation with Carl. As she slipped through the entrance, the familiar scents of the pack enveloped her, woodsmoke, earth, and the faint hint of wildflowers from the garden outside. But tonight, they felt suffocating, a reminder of the life she was desperate to change.

She made her way to her room, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. She had so much to do to ensure Carl’s plan succeeded. With Elena pregnant, there was no room for error; this was her chance to eliminate the competition for Damien’s heart.

As she entered her room, Amelia paused, looking around as if she might find some sign that someone had been watching her. The shadows danced in the corners, and the silence felt oppressive. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed, that someone knew of her treachery. But she pushed the thought aside; she had to remain focused.

Amelia moved to her van