Fiona's POV
The air was thick with tension as I walked back to the pack house alongside Sebastian. The night's events had rattled me, and though I tried to keep my composure, my thoughts were racing.
The medallion's jagged symbol haunted my mind, its sharp edges and cryptic design a puzzle that refused to be solved. Sebastian was silent beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly, as though grounding himself through the contact.
"What do you think it means?" I asked, breaking the quiet.
He glanced at me, his brow furrowed. "I don't know yet. But it's deliberate. Whoever sent those rogues wanted us to find that medallion."
"Why?" I pressed, frustration creeping into my voice. "Why would they leave a clue if they're trying to destroy us?"
"To send a message," he said grimly. "Or to taunt us either way, they're confident—too confident."
