DANIELS
They didn’t give me time to breathe.
One second, I was home and in the arms of my little sister.
The next—I was being shoved into the back of a black armored vehicle like a criminal, with my arms locked behind me, and my questions bouncing off the silent soldiers who refused to say a single damn word.
“What did I do?” I demanded. “Where are we going? I haven’t done anything!”
But there was still no answer. Just the hum of the engine and the weight of panic building in my chest.
When we arrived, I was dragged through the grand halls of Alpha Gideon’s estate, past guards who wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Past paintings of ancient wolves and polished marble floors that looked expensive enough to fund a war.
I was forced into the Alpha’s office like a prisoner.
He was sitti
