Chapter 146

EVELYN’S POV The night was thick with mist, the kind that clung to your skin like a warning. Each step I took toward the borders of Dorian’s pack felt like stepping deeper into the abyss. But I wasn’t afraid—not anymore. I had spent too long lurking in the shadows, cast aside like a disgrace. If there was anyone who could help tilt the scales back in my favor, it was Dorian. He owed me that much. I have been keeping his secrets too. I kept my hood low, my scent masked with herbs I’d once sworn I’d never use. But desperation had a way of breaking old promises. The sentries guarding his territory were no match for my years of practice moving unseen. I didn’t need permission to enter. I just needed to make sure no one saw me do it. I found him where I always did—in the solitude of his private chamber above the war room, surrounded by the scent of ancient paper, smoke, and cold ambition. The room hadn’t changed. It was still dark and heavy with age, the walls lined with war banners long fo