× Dixie ×
“Who does your Alpha think he is to command my movements?” I yelled at the guard in front of me.
My voice echoed off the walls, propelling me to stand up. I was tired of being confined, treated like a prisoner.
The guard, standing rigid and straight-faced, only nodded out of respect but didn’t budge an inch.
His face remained expressionless, like a mask of obedience. I hate this.
“I’m sorry, Luna, but I have strict orders. You are not allowed to leave the house or visit the pack’s hospital.”
I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the rage bubbling inside me.
“I don’t care about your orders. I need to get out of here. I need to get to the pack house beyond this goddamned four walls.”
The guard’s expression remained stoic. “It’s for your safety, Luna. Please understand.
