The dimly lit room smelled of damp earth and old wood, a far cry from the luxurious spaces Jackie was accustomed to. She sat stiffly in a chair at the far end of a long, rickety table, her manicured nails drumming against its splintered surface. Surrounding her were members of the Blood Moon Pack, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and thinly veiled hostility as they studied her.
Jackie’s pulse thudded in her ears, but she kept her expression calm. She couldn’t afford to show weakness, not here. Not now.
The Blood Moon Pack’s Alpha, Cyrus, leaned forward in his chair, his predatory gaze fixed on her. He was a hulking man with wild black hair and scars that ran along his arms like twisted rivers. His lips curled into a smirk, revealing sharp teeth.
“Well, Jackie,” Cyrus drawled, his voic
