I follow Lyra through winding corridors of polished stone and gleaming metals, my bare feet silent on the cold floor beneath Alpha Zane's oversized jacket. The pack house feels like a fortress, imposing and unyielding, with every hallway we pass revealing glimpses of luxury I've never seen in my modest pack. 'Just until he decides he's claiming you,' Nyx grumbles in my mind, her presence both comfort and warning. 'Don't get used to the fancy prison.' I clutch the jacket tighter around myself, hyperaware of curious eyes following our progress, the whispers that spring up in our wake. The alpha's new toy has arrived.
Lyra moves with efficient grace, her posture perfect as she leads me deeper into the pack house. Other wolves step aside as we pass, their eyes downcast in her presence despite
