Chapter 4

After tidying up the sanctuary, exhaustion draped over me like a heavy cloak, though sleep eluded me. The sudden peal of the doorbell shattered the quiet night. Who could be visiting at such an hour?

As the pack's Healer, I was accustomed to solitude when Peyton was away, and Lola—an Omega with a gentle touch—would usually arrive at dawn and leave by dusk, bringing comfort to the lost souls who sought refuge under my care. Yet, tonight, I stood alone in the quiet den.

The door swung open to reveal Opal Weaver, wrapped in a gray coat, a lace dress…