Sebastian's POV
The cold morning air bit at my skin as I watched the training grounds from the balcony of the pack house. The scene below was lively, wolves sparring, their growls and laughter mingling as the morning sun broke through the clouds. My pack was strong—resilient—but the weight of responsibility felt heavier than ever. Sabrina's name lingered in my mind like a dark cloud, her threat looming closer with each passing moment.
I turned away from the scene below, gripping the railing tightly. My wolf, midnight, stirred within me, restless and uneasy.
"We can't ignore this," he growled. "She's a threat, and threats need to be eliminated."
"I know," I replied, my voice low. "But rushing in without a plan won't protect the pack."
Midnight growled again, his frustration mirroring my own. "Then we need a plan now, Sebastian. Waiting too long gives her the advantage."
