XAVIER
This… doesn’t look like a normal pack.”
“It’s not,” I said with a smirk, making her eyes burged out.
“Where are the cottages? The cabins?”
“Gone. We use pods and reinforced bunkers. Everything runs on solar and underground wiring. We adapt fast. The old ways got our people killed.”
She nodded slowly, still taking it in.
“Why do I feel like I just walked into a secret military base?”
“Because you did,” I said with a smirk. “This is the Phantom Reapers. We don’t do fairy tales. We do results.”
As we moved through the clean, tech-lined halls, pack members stepped aside silently. Some stared. Others whispered.
Their eyes landed on Serena—and stayed there.
She didn’t shrink. I was impressed.
“Why are they looking at me like that?” she asked under her breath.
Because they’ve
