Becca darted through the woods, her breaths sharp and fast, twigs snapping under her feet as the pack house finally came into view. But something felt off.
The night wasn’t quiet. Instead, it was alive with movement—distant voices, growls, the heavy pounding of paws on the earth. Wolves. Men. Chaos.
Her pulse spiked. What on earth is going on?
As she reached the edge of the backyard, her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings. She spotted a white cloth hanging on a clothesline. Without hesitation, she shifted back into her human form and grabbed the cloth, wrapping it tightly around her bare body.
Quietly, she slipped through the back entrance, careful not to alert anyone to her presence. But to her surprise, the hallways weren’t empty. Maids who should have been asleep were moving arou
