As they walked past the homes of the Neander Moon pack, Fiore felt the weight of dozens of eyes on her. The pack members eyed her warily—tall, muscular, and undeniably fierce, each one at least six feet tall. Fiore couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place with her 5’6 frame, though she straightened her back, refusing to let the stares intimidate her.
Crossing the bridge that spanned the river, the cold air nipped at her skin, but Fiore’s mind was elsewhere. Her heart raced with each step closer to the Alpha’s house, the towering structure that dominated the landscape. Finally, she thought, I'm going to get some answers—about why they’ve taken such an interest in me and maybe... my mother’s death.
When they arrived, the door opened to reveal a wide hallway that led to another set of i
