The Offering
629 Words
The drive to Blackfang territory took three hours.
Sera spent most of it staring out the window, watching the familiar trees of Ashwood disappear behind her. No one had come to say goodbye. Not her father. Not the elders. Not even the pack members she had grown up beside.
Just a driver, a single bag, and silence.
This is what you are worth, she thought. One bag and a car ride.
She pressed her forehead against the cold glass and made herself breathe.
The Blackfang territory announced itself before she even saw the gates. She felt it , a shift in the air, something heavy and electric that made her wolf stir restlessly beneath her skin. The land itself felt different. Darker. Like it had absorbed the nature of the Alpha who ruled it.
The gates were black iron, tall and severe. Two guards stood at either side, both massive, both watching the car with flat expressions. They didn't smile when it pulled up. They didn't speak. They simply opened the gates and stepped back.
Warm welcome, Sera thought dryly.
The main house came into view a minute later.
She had expected something cold. A fortress maybe, all stone and iron, built for function not comfort. What she saw instead was something that almost took her breath away a vast estate sprawled across the hillside, dark wood and glass, surrounded by ancient trees that pressed close like sentinels. Beautiful in the way a predator was beautiful. Dangerous and completely aware of it.
A woman was waiting on the front steps.
Mid-fifties. Silver hair pulled back. Sharp eyes that missed nothing. She watched the car pull up with the kind of stillness that came from decades of patience.
The driver opened Sera's door.
She stepped out, lifted her chin, and met the woman's gaze directly.
"Sera of Ashwood." The woman's voice was measured. Not warm, not cold. Simply precise. "I am Maren. I manage the Alpha's household." A pause. "He asked me to get you settled."
He asked me. Not he is here. Not he wanted to welcome you himself.
Of course.
"Thank you," Sera said, because she had been raised with manners even if no one here deserved them.
Maren led her inside without further ceremony.
The interior matched the outside dark, striking, quietly intimidating. High ceilings. Stone floors softened by deep rugs. A staircase that curved upward like a spine. Everywhere the subtle markers of a pack that had never once doubted its own power.
Her room was on the second floor. Large, simply furnished, with a window that looked out over the tree line. A bathroom attached. Fresh towels folded with military precision.
"Dinner is at seven," Maren said from the doorway. "The Alpha expects you present."
Sera turned from the window. "And if I'm not hungry?"
Something flickered in Maren's expression. Not quite amusement. "Then I would suggest you come anyway."
She left.
Sera stood alone in the middle of a room that smelled like strangers and pine and something else something warm and dark that her wolf kept pushing toward, kept trying to identify, kept
She shut it down hard.
No.
She was not going to let the mate bond make decisions for her. Not here. Not with him.
She sat on the edge of the bed, clasped her hands in her lap, and stared at the wall until she felt steady again.
Seven o'clock.
Fine.
She would go to dinner. She would sit at his table in his house in his territory. She would be civil and composed and give him absolutely nothing.
And she would start, first thing tomorrow, figuring out exactly how much power she actually had in this arrangement.
Because Kaden Blackfang had made one mistake tonight.
He had underestimated her.
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