Sylvara Pov
Velkorin was nothing like my old pack.
My old home smelled of wet soil, smoke, and too many memories. But Velkorin… Velkorin smelled like cold steel, pine trees, danger, and savagery. The place looked carved out of dark stone, sharp and tall, like the mountains around it. Wolves here walked faster, spoke less, and stared hard. Every step I took felt like stepping into another world.
And I was here not as a guest… but as something bought.
Sold out of my will.
I kept replaying the moment Kaelen threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. The way he didn't listen, didn't slow down, didn't even look back as I yelled until my throat burned. I had kicked, punched, and hit him, but he didn't move an inch.
And now here I was… in his kingdom.
His pack.
