The mansion is silent tonight, wrapped in a blanket of stillness that feels almost suffocating. City lights flicker faintly through the tall windows, casting muted shadows on the polished floors and dark walls. I sit alone in the study, fingers tracing absent patterns on the smooth surface of my desk. Thoughts churn beneath the surface—secrets, betrayals, futures unknown.
My phone buzzes sharply, snapping me out of the spiral. The screen flashes Celeste's name. I don't hesitate.
"Celeste," I say, my voice quiet but steady.
Her breath hitches on the other end before she whispers, "Lilith… what's wrong?"
Her wolf must sense my restlessness.
I swallow hard. "I found out something about Robin. Something you don't know."
Silence stretches before she asks, fragile and barely audible, "What?"
I breathe in, steadying myself. "He's working for Sienna."
Her sharp intake of breath crackles through the line. "No… that can't be. I—I trusted him. I thought he was on our side."
