Scarlett
The walk through the halls of the Storm Pack mansion is long, cold, and quiet.
Rhodes walks ahead of me, all shadows and silk. Every stride is confident, telling of him being the Lycan King and owning this place. I follow a few steps behind, not because I want to, but because the chain on my arm pulses every time I consider turning and running the other way.
I ripped the skirt on my dress myself. It was a heat in the moment decicion. One that feels foolish now when it has finally settled in that I’m about to meet the elders of the Storm pack. My sense of fashion is going to draw unwanted attention from the mummies.
The hallway ends in front of two large wooden doors. They are huge, yet Rhodes pushes them open with ease. There’s a chamber on the other side, lined with arched wi
