The Pack house loomed before us. Lia, Andrea and I decided to visit the Pack's house. From a distance, the place looked grand, almost majestic, but up close, it felt… empty. Not empty in the sense of space—there were plenty of junior members and trainees scattered about, moving with that stiff, practiced grace of a routine they couldn’t break. But empty in the way it failed to offer warmth, despite the chatter and movement. Cold, hollow, and unsettling.
I could feel their eyes on us—curious, watchful. Young wolves who barely knew me, eyes darting over my figure as though I were an intruder. Lia and Andrea flanked me, each of us doing our best to look unfazed. But I caught Andrea’s nervous glance as she leaned close, her voice a soft whisper.
“I know I’ve been here once before, but this p
