Audrey’s POV
I followed Luke down the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounding with every step. His stride was steady, confident, like a man who knew he was in control. I kept my face blank, forcing myself to stay calm. If I was going to survive, I had to play my part.
We walked in silence for a while. The walls of the packhouse were cold, made of dark stone, the air thick with the scent of burning wood and something else—something sharp, like iron. I didn’t know where we were going, and I didn’t ask.
Luke finally spoke. "If you want to understand this pack, you need to see more than just the inside of your room."
I nodded, keeping my voice steady. "I agree."
He glanced at me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Maybe he expected me to argue, to fight back. But I wasn’t going to make the mi
