Hailey
The night was thick with silence.
I sat by the window, staring at the darkened horizon, my mind tangled in a web of thoughts I couldn't escape. The air still carried the faint scent of smoke from the attack, the whispers of death clinging to my skin like a curse. The orphanage had been ravaged, innocent lives stolen in the name of a war I hadn't asked to be a part of. And it had been because of me. They were looking for me. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. Was it Levi? Or was it someone worse? The Shadow Alpha had slipped into my dreams once before, his presence lingering like a ghost at the edges of my consciousness. I hadn't seen him since, but that didn't mean he wasn't there, watching, waiting.
Asher had been furious after the attack. Not at me, but at the world, at the audacity of anyone daring to claim what he considered his. I had seen it in his eyes, in the way his hands tightened into fists when he told me they had asked for me.
