ALLE
I'm deep in Winter's journal when the knock comes—re-reading the pages—and feeling things I absolutely should not be feeling for the man keeping me prisoner.
The entries ended after that day his mother died.
He didn't write anything else.
He probably couldn't.
The knock is sharp, authoritative, pulling me from the past into the present.
I shove the journal under my pillow and pad to the door, expecting Freda or maybe Ten with some late-night request. Instead, I find a guard I've seen around but never spoken to, his expression just as cautious as the rest of the pack members that I see every now and then.
"The Alpha requests your presence in his office."
My stomach drops.
Seeing him two times in one f*****g day?
Fuck no.
"Now?" I glance at the window where darkness pre
