SONYA'S POV
The old packhouse looks like something from a horror movie.
Crumbling stone walls. Broken windows. Vines crawling up the sides like the building is being slowly devoured by nature. It's been abandoned for years, ever since Alpha Garrick built the new packhouse closer to town.
"This place gives me the creeps,” Phoebe mutters, staying close to my side.
"Same."
Reign's hand finds mine as we approach the main entrance. His warriors fan out around us, disappearing into the shadowed corners to take their positions.
"Remember," he says quietly, "stay close to me. If anything feels wrong, you run. Don't argue, don't hesitate, just run."
"I'm not leaving you."
"Sonya…"
"We're mates now, Reign. That means we face things together, remember?" I squeeze his hand. "Besides, I've got
