Chapter 179: Sacred Grounds and Silver Vengeance
(Alexander's POV)
The wind was sharp and icy as we stepped out of the vehicle. Shadows stretched long across the Sacred Burial Grounds, the eerie stillness of the place clinging to my skin. My wolf paced uneasily, the tension in the air igniting his instincts. Something was wrong.
Joe stood nearby, his expression tight and unreadable. Two guards, James and Michael, hovered awkwardly near the small security office. They looked almost guilty, heads bowed and shoulders hunched like pups who’d been caught disobeying orders.
I didn’t have patience for this.
"You two," I snapped, voice cutting through the tense silence. "You look like you’ve done something wrong. What is it?"
James stepped forward, practically tripping over his words.
