Phoebe
By the Moon Goddess, I’ve never seen anything this grand in my entire life.
From Hayden’s car window, I stared in awe at the four-story building that looked more like a European palace than a regular home. When we pulled up, a line of guards stood like a human fence along both sides of the driveway. Dressed in black uniforms, they looked like modern Jedi knights—but way more intimidating.
My heart sank. This wasn’t just a powerful pack—Silver Claw basically owned everything within a radius the size of Texas. It felt like its own universe, complete with strict rules and a theatrical lifestyle. Take Hayden, for example—always dressed sharp like royalty, but his hair? It looked like something straight out of a K-pop concert.
“Oh, my sweet boy.”
A woman stepped out of the silver-ca
