Whispers

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.