Nightshade Pack.
“Left or right…?”
Arwen stood in the middle of a long hallway lit by small torches.
Her breathing was still uneven after Ruth ordered her to fetch something from the Hunters’ dining hall earlier, but she was lost and hadn’t found any path leading to the kitchen.
The stone walls cast long, dark shadows. Everything looked the same.
“Is this a mansion or a maze…?” she whispered in panic.
She stepped forward slowly, trying not to make a sound. After the second turn, she saw a large wooden door—slightly open. A dim firelight glowed from the crack.
Arwen stopped.
“Not the kitchen…” she muttered, glancing left and right. But a voice from inside the room made her freeze.
“Devon.”
That voice again. Deep. Cold. Commanding.
Alpha Garrick.
Arwen instinctively stepped back,
