Behind the silver veil

Enzo POV

The moment I stepped away from the packhouse and Damien's outburst faded into the background noise, I didn't head back to my quarters like I should've.

No. I needed answers—answers I wouldn't find within the walls of the Ravenclaw Pack.

The note. The blood-smeared massage

Zendaya had found in her room. it hadn't been part of the plan. I needed to know if Grandfather had gone rogue with his timing or if someone else was in play.

The forest air bit at my skin as I shifted into my brown wolf, racing beneath the moonlit sky, chasing clarity through the trees.

When I arrived at the building on the edge of neutral territory, I entered, but I was graced with a presence I hadn't expected, and definitely not hers.

Diana.