Terrible truth night

The night stretched endlessly as Bruce prowled his mansion's perimeter, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. Graham's security team had reported movement in the woods - not just animals, but shadows that moved with purpose. Every rustle made his wolf senses heighten, every snap of a twig brought his defenses to full alert.

His phone buzzed - a message from Mishka Classens: "Made it home. Grandma's acting strange. Keeps talking about the phase of the moon and asking about Jean."

Bruce Cameron's jaw clenched. The mention of Jean sparked a new trail of suspicion. The timing of her recent appearance at his mansion, her obsession with the wolf clan's traditions, her convenient "accidents" that kept bringing her back... it all felt orchestrated now.

"Keep your doors locked," he texted back. "Don't let anyone in, not even if they say I sent them."