Aurora
A guard stepped in thereafter as the door turned open, and I immediately recognized him as the guard from the kitchen the previous day, during that welcoming party.
The very same man who had glared at me with so much hate and resentment. Yet here he stood now, his head bowed as he spoke with unexpected politeness.
“Greetings, Luna. The Alpha asked that I inform you the car is ready and awaiting your presence,” he said, his posture composed, his voice softer than I had ever heard from any guard before.
“Alright then,” I said, squaring my shoulders. “I will follow after you.” I said, turning to Mia, and then the emotions all resurfaced.
But Mia nodded in firm acknowledgment and approval as I turned to pick up the small things I had already packed in my small, ragged, worn leathe
