Amelia's POV:
The reception wasn't the same as when Richard and I visited. There was no elaborate maid display, no one coming to take our bags, nothing.
Just two guard at the front door. I dismounted the horse, and so did Mark. Out of nowhere a servant came out and took the horses. He didn't say any words, just grabbed the reins and led the horses away. I wonder if we're going to get that back.
We walked up to the front door, Mark taking the lead in front. The guard at the door threw him a glance.
"Hello," I said. "We're here to see alpha Alastor."
"Come in." They both said at once, opening the front doors.
I turned to Mark, glancing at him. He was glaring at the guard. He noticed me looking and turned to me. Without any exchanged words, we walked into the pack house. Everything lo
