The healer didn’t speak as she led me down the corridor—just moved steadily through unfamiliar hallways I hadn’t yet seen. This part of the territory was different. Cleaner. Brighter. More refined.
Eventually, we reached a wide iron gate guarded by two wolves who barely gave us a glance before stepping aside. Beyond the gate, the air seemed to shift.
This was the Alpha’s wing.
But it wasn’t what I expected.
The moment I stepped past the threshold, I realized this place wasn’t anything like the old, drafty packhouse back in Silver Claw. This was a mansion—modern, elegant, and completely at odds with the brutality that surrounded Alpha Black’s reputation.
High ceilings. Dark polished floors. Metal accents and warm lighting. Everything was sleek, efficient, and silent.
Like its owner.
