CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE - PROTECTIVE MEASURES

Over the next few days, Anna carefully observed Garrett's interactions with other pack members. She noticed that he often had hushed conversations with a small group of werewolves, always stopping abruptly when others approached. One evening, as Anna was returning from a late-night study session in the mansion's library, she overheard voices coming from a rarely used sitting room. Recognizing Garrett's low tones, she crept closer, her heart pounding. "The alpha is growing weak," Garrett was saying. "His infatuation with that human girl is clouding his judgment. We need to act soon." Anna's blood ran cold. Her suspicions were confirmed, but the revelation brought no joy, only a deep sense of dread. She was about to turn and flee when she heard footsteps approaching. Panicking, she ducked into a nearby alcove, praying she wouldn't be discovered. As Garrett and his conspirators filed out of the room, Anna held her breath. Once they had passed, she sagged against the wall, her mind ree