Chapter 121

THIRD PERSON’S POV The dimly lit bar in the neutral zone buzzed with drunken laughter and off-key music, but Evelyn sat unnaturally still in the booth, her spine rigid as a spike of unease crawled over her skin. Her sharp eyes darted around, scanning the shadows. She stiffened suddenly. A crash from somewhere near the back of the bar made her flinch. "Did you hear that?" she asked, voice tight. Alpha Dorian barely looked up from his glass. "It's a bar, Evelyn. Noise happens." Evelyn leaned forward, her voice a low hiss. "I swear I saw Olivia—just for a second, near the corridor." Dorian snorted, clearly unimpressed. "You need to stop. You're so obsessed, you're starting to see her everywhere. Relax. She wouldn’t be dumb enough to follow you here." But Evelyn didn’t relax. If anything, her senses heightened. Something was wrong. She couldn’t explain it, but the prickle along her neck hadn’t faded. In fact, it grew stronger, more insistent. She felt watched. "Something’s off," she murmur