The apartment door gave way with a low c***k under my hands, the old lock breaking as if it were paper. The scent of Hilda’s parents, Frank and Susan, hit me at once, mingled with a fear so thick it made Sigvar growl in my mind, his instincts on high alert. I stepped inside, my boots echoing against the worn wooden floor, and found them huddled in a corner of the small apartment, their faces pale, their eyes wide with terror. Frank, a robust man with gray streaks at his temples, and Susan, sharp-eyed yet trembling, looked like anything but the Alphas I had believed them to be.
Why were they so afraid?
Sigvar growled, confused, but there was no time for questions.
“Frank, Susan, it’s me, Caleb!” I said, my voice low but urgent as I moved closer, my hands raised to calm them. “I’m here to
