Serene reached the gates of Matteo’s estate, her dress wrinkled from her journey, dust clinging to the cloth. She had run the whole way in her wolf form, then stole the dress from a small clan on the way, but none of that mattered now.
She was back.
The guards stepped in front of the gate, blocking her path. “You’re wasting your time,” one of them said lazily as he ran his gaze over her.
Serene lifted her chin. “Open the gate.”
The other guard snorted. “You think you can just walk back in? After what you did?”
Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice steady. “I said, open it.”
“You got kicked out for spreading your legs for Thorne,” the first one sneered. “Matteo doesn’t want you.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” she said, stepping closer. “Open. The. Gate.”
The guards laughed, shaking
