Alpha Jacob’s POV
{The Scene before encountering Grace in Amsterdam City}
The sight before me was nothing short of chaos. Omega Lucas lay lifeless in front of the entire pack, his death sending a ripple of fear through the ranks. A silence weighed heavy as Noah moved quickly, taking Lucas’s body to the morgue for the postmortem. I stood there, the murmurs of the pack surrounding me like a heavy fog. Even though most still trusted me to keep them safe, I could sense it—the creeping doubt, the underlying fear that spread like wildfire among certain members.
I couldn’t shake the tightness in my chest as I followed Noah to the infirmary, where we waited for the doctor’s report. Despite the hybrid power coursing through me, I had been useless. Magic couldn’t pinpoint the cause of Lucas’s dea
