Mika
As Cain maneuvered his car through the massive gate of his pack, The Silver Moon, a wave of nervous anticipation washed over me. The towering trees framing the entrance loomed like sentinels, and the atmosphere was woven with the distant sounds of wolves howling at night.
I had never set foot in another pack before, and the thought of meeting Cain’s Alpha sent a flutter of anxiety through my stomach. Would he be like the Alphas I had known, those who thrived on power and control, who ruled through intimidation and fear?
My fingers fidgeted in my lap, twisting and turning as I sought to steady my racing thoughts. I felt a mixture of apprehension and curiosity bubbling within me. Cain, ever perceptive, caught sight of my unease. “There’s no need to be nervous, Mika," he said soothin
