She hesitates.
“I don’t know,” she admits. “I was only told that the Alpha wants you there.”
Of course he does.
“I’m not going,” I say flatly.
Her smile falters.
Before she can respond, another figure fills the doorway.
Cameron.
Head warrior.
My father’s best friend.
He steps inside slowly, and the sight of him in my trailer feels like betrayal layered on top of everything else.
“You don’t have a choice,” he says quietly. “I’m escorting you.”
I let out a sharp laugh.
“A traitor too,” I snap. “Get out of my house.”
His jaw tightens at that, but he does not argue.
“I’ll wait outside,” he says evenly, and he steps back through the door.
The woman finishes laying out the clothes and leaves as well, and the trailer falls quiet again.
I sink down onto the couch and stare at the c
