Isabella's POV:
It had taken most of the day to arrive here.
The pack house in front of me was a mansion. The entirety of it was all about luxury. I could even smell the wealth in the air. As I stood admiring the decor of it, I didn't know when two guards came up to me till I heard them speak.
"State your business, rogue" one of them said.
"Oh no, I'm not a rogue." I replied, shaking my head. The guards looked terrifying, tall and huge. Their faces impassive stone masks. I chuckled nervously. "I request an audience with Alpha Alastor."
"What business do you have with him?"
"I'm here to seek his help."
The guards turned and looked at each other. Then they turned back to me. "Go home. There's nothing for you here." They said. And turned to leave.
"No wait." I called out. "Please,
