Drake’s POV…
I arrived at the Ghost Pack and stepped out of my carriage. For a moment, I felt as if my soul had just left my body. But I had to do this—I needed to get Emily back. I’d messed up for far too long, and now was my chance to make things right.
As I approached the Ghost Pack entrance, two guards blocked my path, barely even glancing in my direction. Their indifference only added fuel to the frustration already simmering inside me.
"Get out of my way," I said, my voice firm. But the guards remained silent, standing as motionless as statues. My patience waning, a low growl escaped me. I fixed my gaze on them and repeated myself, my tone dripping with authority.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Way."
Still, they stood there, unyielding. Frustrated, I raised my voice further.
"I am Alpha Dr
