(Jordyn's POV)
It was strange.
According to Mike, Ronald hadn't launched an attack in two weeks.
"Maybe that old fool finally came to his senses," Indigo, my wolf, scoffed.
"I highly doubt that." I rested my head against the cold brick wall. "If he's the same Alpha who wiped out entire packs, he's planning something."
"He's not the only one with a plan."
A faint echo drifted down the corridor.
Footsteps.
I pushed myself off the cold stone floor and brushed the dust from my trousers. A key scraped against metal before the heavy lock clicked open.
The iron door groaned as it swung inward.
Mike stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him.
Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his armour still carried the scent of the training grounds.
"You look terrible," I said.
A tired laugh es
