The Alpha House had never felt smaller.
For the past two days, warriors had been everywhere.
Patrolling hallways.
Guarding entrances.
Watching the forest.
Watching the borders.
Watching Serah.
It was driving her insane.
She sat by the window in her guest room and glared at the warrior standing outside.
The man immediately looked away.
Pretending he wasn’t watching her.
Which only annoyed her more.
She felt like a prisoner.
Not a guest.
Not someone being protected.
A prisoner.
A knock sounded on her door.
Before she could answer, Damon entered.
His expression was already dark.
Which meant he was probably in an even worse mood than usual.
“Good morning to you too,” Serah muttered.
Damon ignored her.
“Pack your things.”
She stared.
“Why does everyone keep telling me th
