POV: Jared
The gravel crunched beneath my boots as I approached the pack house, tension knotting my shoulders. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my chest. Zina hadn't returned my calls or texts, and something felt off.
As I reached the front steps, the door creaked open, and Trina stepped out. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
"Jared," she said, her voice laced with a false sweetness that made my stomach churn. "What brings you here so late?"
I ignored her attempt at charm and crossed my arms. "Where's Zina?" I asked, my tone clipped.
Trina's smile widened as she stepped closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Why do you always come here looking for her?" she asked, her voice lilting. "Don't you ever think about anyone else?"
I clenched my jaw, already losing patience. "Trina, I'm not in the mood for games. Tell me where Zina is."
