Amara’s POV
The moment I stepped through the front door of the Ackpack’s main house, I knew it had been worth it. It was much smaller than the palace, although it gave an entirely different impression, one of being more substantial. Perhaps because of the silence, which seemed to emanate from the very stones.
I had seen enough noble houses to recognize when someone tried too hard to appear impressive. It was not the case here. There was an air of understatement, as if the wealth and power of the Ackpack had been folded into the very woodwork. Even the furniture, though undeniably old, seemed to carry an air of solidity.
I tightened my grip around the small white wolf in my arms. He had been so fidgety on the ride here, but even now, as I stood in this unfamiliar place, his tiny body was
