ALICE POV**
I was still shaken up from the adrenaline rollercoaster of the previous night. The attack had left me on edge, my mind replaying the harrowing events over and over. Alex had sent me to the pack house while he went to interrogate the rogues in the dungeon, insisting that I needed to rest. But how could I rest with everything that had happened?
As I walked back to the pack house, my thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and anxiety. The memory of Jacob's sneering face haunted me, and the sound of screeching tires and the crash echoed in my mind. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. When I reached the threshold, I saw Ilaria talking animatedly with Luna Angela. As soon as they noticed me approaching, their conversation halted, and they both gave me reassuring smiles.
