AYLA
Claudia pushed open the grand double doors, her voice sharp as she spoke. “Elton brought someone,” she announced, stepping into the large, elegantly furnished room.
Alpha Julius, seated in a tall, imposing chair, looked up first. His eyes were sharp and calculating. Beside him, Luna Martha straightened in her seat, her expression softening as her gaze landed on me.
I followed Claudia into the room, with Natalia, Alucard, and Elton close behind. My heart thudded loudly, but I forced myself to keep my head down, eyes lowered, as though I was a helpless, lost soul.
“She’s Ayla,” Elton began, stepping forward confidently. “From the Crest Moon Pack. A werewolf and the adopted daughter of Lucille—the aunt of Alpha Jake.”
Alpha Julius and Luna Martha exchanged a glance. Their express
