The chill of the night air brushed against my skin as I walked down the dimly lit hallway of the packhouse. The events of the evening replayed in my mind, each moment seared into my memory. Emily's defeat, the surge of power I felt as I stood beside Aimee, and the way she looked at Vincent afterward—all of it weighed heavily on me.
I knew I should be heading back to my own quarters, getting some much-needed rest after everything that had happened. But instead, I found myself wandering aimlessly, my thoughts too chaotic to settle down. The packhouse was quiet, the usual bustling energy replaced by an uneasy calm. Everyone was on edge, uncertain of what the future would bring after the night's events.
