Zoriana’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she drew closer to the Iron-Heart Pack. The name itself was unsettling, but the scenery was breathtaking. However, nothing compared to the sight that greeted her at the gates.
Behind a towering fence and an iron gate intricately forged with patterns of wolves and roses lay a territory that looked more like a fairy tale than a devil’s den. A magnificent garden stretched toward the largest mansion she had ever seen—a structure so grand it eclipsed most royal palaces. The pack grounds were massive and on full display, almost like an open dare for rogues to attack.
The guards approached her SUV, and after a swift identity check, they signaled for the gate to groan open. As she drove toward the luxurious manor, Zoriana’s gaze flickered aro
