Cara's POV
The Blue Moon pack stood firm ahead, all stone and steel, nothing like the warm wood and firelight of my childhood home. This place was built for war, not comfort.
Belle had dropped me at the border three hours ago with a burner phone, fake credentials, and one final piece of advice: "Don't be yourself, be whoever he needs you to be." Weird but true.
Now I stood in a pristine waiting room with twelve other healers, all of us silent, all of us tense. A woman across from me kept wringing her hands, the man beside her had sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool air.
I kept my face blank, my breathing steady. I'd survived a m******e and poisoned an Alpha, I could handle an interview.
The door opened and a man walked out. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that looke
