Stolen

Eliana stared at Rosemary in disbelief. What did she mean by being in trouble? A whirlwind of thoughts swirled in her mind. Was she in danger? Was she about to be punished? No amount of guessing could have prepared her for what was about to be revealed, yet curiosity flickered stronger than fear.

"What's going on, Rosemary? What are you talking about?" Eliana asked, her voice tinged with unease.

Rosemary's expression grew grave as she lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "Someone robbed the Alpha's house," she began, her tone heavy with significance. "Some of the jewelry pieces they had dated back hundreds of years, passed down from his great-grandmother."

Eliana's brows drew together in confusion. Why was she telling her this?

"One of the jewels was stolen this morning," Rosemary continued, her eyes narrowing. "A necklace with a rare emerald pendant."