The lock on her door had barely clicked into place before the silence of the suite became oppressive. Bella didn’t move. She remained on the floor, her back against the cool wood, listening to the hurried footsteps of the guards retreating down the hall.
Everything was unraveling. The elders were already calling for her imprisonment, and Serena had successfully maneuvered herself into the role of the pack’s savior-in-waiting.
“The true heir carries the ancient bloodline.” The anonymous text from earlier that day echoed in her mind like a death knell.
If she stayed, she was a dead woman—or worse, a lab rat for the pack’s desperate, heartless experiments. If she ran, she risked everything she had fought to protect, but staying meant surrendering her life and the secret currently blooming
