Maeve’s POV.
Ravenswood didn’t look like a place that welcomed strangers.
That was the first thing that crossed my mind when the gates came into view. Everything about the place said measured. Not decorative. Not dramatic. Just deliberate. Wolves moved along the perimeter like they belonged there, like this was home and nothing ever surprised them. Their eyes followed my truck as I slowed to a stop.
I turned off the engine and stepped out.
Lina followed immediately. Not rushing. Not dragging her feet either. She stayed close to my side, half a step back, like she already understood how places like this worked. Her shoulders were stiff, her nose twitching slightly as she took in the unfamiliar scents. She didn’t look scared. Just alert.
Smart kid.
A guard approached before we could t
