Alpha Yukon’s POV:
I waited in the hall for my mate. She came out and closed the door softly behind her. Sydney put her back against the wall and slid down to the ground. “What in the Goddess?”
“She doesn’t belong here. That she-wolf is not from this world. Our world. She’s frozen in an era that no longer exists,” I whispered.
“Do you see what she wears? What in the hell is it? I mean, it’s beautiful, white and gold,” Sydney whispered back.
“It’s Roman. They are called togas. We must get her to come out at some point,” I said, exasperated.
“They call rooms, dens. Yukon, if you see her back. God Almighty. I almost passed out. Her entire back is completely covered in scars.”
“The mark of a slave, Alpha. They get beaten with silver, silver with wolfsbane, whips with silver claws,
