I don’t have many memories of my mother, and the ones I do have are engulfed in a haze I’ve never been able to penetrate. So, why—
“Is that so?” Alpha Gareth is speaking, and a shiver crawls down my spine. His voice is deceptively calm, but I can hear the threat underneath it, the same tone I heard in—
“Alpha, we were just following protocol—” George begins.
“Protocol?” Gareth’s voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “Protocol states that every pack member has the right to request an audience with the alpha. You think you get to decide whom I see?”
Both warriors turn pale, and Henrik gulps before saying, “No, sir. We just thought—”
“You thought wrong.” The Alpha’s attention returns to me, and I fight the urge to back away. “Follow me.”
I keep my chin up as I walk past Henrik and George,
