(BLUE'S POV)
Morning light slipped in through the tall windows of the Alpha's residence, soft and steady, but it didn't touch the chaos twisting in my chest. It felt almost wrong, how calm everything looked compared to how I felt.
I stood in the middle of the living room, the quiet crackle of the massive stone fireplace at my back, and faced the people I trusted more than anyone else.
Blake—my brother—leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching everything with that familiar, protective edge in his eyes. Henry sat on the edge of the leather couch, unusually quiet, like he was holding himself back from saying something. Erica moved restlessly near the bookshelves, pacing back and forth, her usual doctor's scrubs replaced with simple traveling clothes. Ethan and Gilbert stood by the doorway, silent and solid, their broad shoulders nearly filling the space like they were ready to block out the world if they had to.
