Bravest Alpha

Oliver's (Owen) POV

I couldn't stop pacing the front porch, my boots crunching softly against the old wooden boards. The moon hung high above the forest, casting long shadows across the clearing, but all I could see was darkness.

Something was wrong.

Deep in my gut, I felt it.

But I stayed. For Victoria. She deserved a night of peace—of laughter, of something close to normal. After everything, I didn't want to ruin that for her. And yet, each minute that passed gnawed at me like a restless storm waiting to break.

Still… I stayed.

I gripped the railing and stared into the forest, straining for any sound, any shift in the wind that might confirm what my instincts were screaming. Amber had been too quiet. Too nice. Her sudden change of heart had tasted too sweet to be real.

I wanted to believe it. For Victoria's sake.

But I knew Amber.

And I knew what she was capable of.