Rowan’s POV
I carried her through the front doors of the Blackwood mansion, my boots echoing like thunder against the marble floors. The house was usually a place of cold, orderly silence, but the moment I stepped in with a disheveled, soot-covered girl in my arms, the atmosphere shifted.
The head maids stopped mid-task, their eyes widening until they looked like saucers. I saw the whispers starting before I even hit the first landing of the grand staircase. They were used to seeing me with socialites or elite pack daughters, not a girl who looked like she’d been dragged through the bowels of the earth.
"Don't look at her," I snapped over my shoulder, my Alpha aura flaring just enough to make them drop their gazes to the floor.
I didn't stop until I reached my suite. I kicked the door
