Chapter 94

After my encounter with Vincent, I returned to the pack's compound with my thoughts swirling like a storm. The forest walk had offered some comfort, but the tension in my chest hadn't fully dissipated. Seeing Vincent alive and well had been a relief, but Aimee's dream still haunted me. Her fears weren't something I could easily dismiss, especially given everything that had been happening with Emily.

Emily had always been a wild card, unpredictable and fiercely independent. But lately, her behavior had grown erratic—darker, more intense. It was as if she was being consumed by something, and it wasn't just her usual stubbornness. I knew her well enough to recognize that whatever was going on was far beyond her control. But what troubled me more was that I couldn't protect Aimee from whatever danger Emily might pose.