The shadows of the library stretch long, flickering between shelves as Wyatt moves in silence. His senses are razor-sharp, footsteps light on the old wooden floor. His mission is clear—find Addison, get answers, and determine if she’s the Great Alpha. The one destined to lead them. The one who will restore their pack to its full strength.

And they need her.

The moonstone is dying, their energy fading, and time is running out.

Wyatt moves carefully, his sharp gaze sweeping the dimly lit rows of bookshelves as he approaches the central reading area. His pulse is steady, his mind focused—until he sees you.

Not Addison.

You.

You’re standing just beyond Addison’s table, flipping through a book like you have all the time in the world. The soft glow of the library lights catches the edges of your features, but it’s not just your appearance that stops Wyatt cold. It’s the way the air changes. The way something deep inside him—primal and old—locks into place.

A sense of knowing.

His lungs tighten. His heart stumbles.

Wyatt’s body reacts before his mind even catches up. Every part of him sharpens, drawn to you like the moon pulling the tide.

His stomach twists when he realizes you’re looking right at him.

Okay. Yep. He’s been caught. Full-on creep mode activated.

Think, Wyatt, think.

He stumbles forward, hands raised in a useless attempt at appearing normal. "Okay, so, uh—this probably looks weird. But I swear, I’m not technically stalking you and your sister. It’s just—" He winces. Not better. "We are stalking you, but only for, like, really important reasons that totally make sense when you think about it."