Chapter 20

DOMINIC’S POV Walking out of the interrogation room, I felt as though an invisible weight had settled on my shoulders. My mind was a storm of thoughts, all crashing into one another, making it impossible to think clearly. The Omega’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind. "I saw Evelyn enter Elder Alyosha’s chambers that night." I still struggled to believe it. Evelyn—gentle, kind Evelyn—was capable of murder? But I needed to know the truth. I searched for her, my movements brisk, my patience thin. The longer I let this uncertainty linger, the more restless my wolf became. He prowled inside my mind, his instincts flaring with unease. Finally, I found her. She was outside in the courtyard, bathed in the soft glow of the evening lanterns, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders in effortless waves. She turned at the sound of my approaching footsteps, her face lighting up. "Dominic," she greeted me softly, her voice as sweet as honey. "You’ve been busy all day. I was starting to think