Chapter 34: The Alpha's Captive
(Elara's POV)
I simply stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, trying to gather my scattered thoughts.
The ceiling was ornately carved from what appeared to be rare silver birch—a wood I recognized from my father's teachings about pack traditions. Intricate wolf motifs ran along the frame of the bed, their carved forms seeming almost alive in the early morning light. The bed itself was draped with thick furs of the purest white, embroidered with ancient symbols of the Redwood Pack.
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized these symbols. Both silver birch and pristine white furs were reserved solely for the Alpha bloodline. No other wolf in the territory would dare use such materials.
The events of last night crashed back into my memory with bruta
