Fiona's POV
As the door clicked shut behind Seb, an unsettling chill ran down my spine. I paced the room, trying to shake off the growing anxiety gnawing at me. I knew this mission meant the world to him—finding Rachel wasn't just about closure; it was about reclaiming a piece of his past that had haunted him since he found out that she tried to kill me. But something about tonight felt… different. The air was heavy with anticipation, and I couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in my chest.
I glanced out the window. The moon was half-hidden behind thick clouds, casting eerie shadows across the forest. The pack grounds were alive with activity—warriors preparing for the search, sharpening weapons, and strapping on armor. I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I could do something—anything—to help.
But I wasn't a fighter.
