Rory's POV
“What are you doing here, Rory?”
His voice cut through the dim corridor, calm but laced with authority, carrying that kind of effortless dominance that made your bones want to obey before your mind could catch up. I froze mid-step, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I turned, and there he was—Alpha Blackfang.
He wasn’t just standing; he was looming. His sheer presence swallowed the narrow space, and his eyes, those sharp, predatory eyes pinned me where I stood.
My mouth went dry, but I forced myself to speak. “Well… I came to look for my mom.” My voice wavered, but I straightened my shoulders quickly, trying to mask the tremor. “It isn’t bad for me to do so, is it?”
The smallest curve touched his lips, a smile that wasn’t quite kind. It was the smile of someone who a
