Third Person
The Alpha’s guest house was the same as the first time she had moved in. But unlike the last time, Varik and Agatha were not present to welcome her. The guards at the gate wouldn’t let her car drive into the compound.
“What is the meaning of this? Do you know who I am?” Yella growled.
“The Alpha has not informed us of your coming, Lady Yella, and I do advise you to seek a visitation permit from Beta Varik,” one of the guards suggested.
Yella’s blood boiled; her nose flared.
“Visitation permit… to see a man I’ve known all my life… my friend?” she chuckled bitterly. “You must be sick in the head to suggest such nonsense.”
She turned to the front, her leg on the gas.
“Open this gate,” she hissed.
From the outer garden by the gate, Alpha Kael sat still, a file in hand, his
