The grand corridor felt like a sinking ship, and the Alphas were the drowning crew.
While the elders and guards screamed over one another, their panicked voices bouncing off the stone walls, I stood perfectly still. My hand was still clamped around Sera’s wrist, my fingers digging in just enough to remind her that her life was a thread I could snap whenever I grew bored. The terror radiating from her skin was a intoxicating fragrance.
Behind me, I could hear Isla’s quick, shallow breathing. Her anger from the restroom hadn't faded, but the sheer weight of the chaos outside was forcing her to stand in my shadow anyway. She hated my protection, yet my presence was the only solid ground left in this mansion.
"What is that sound?" an elder from the North Star pack shrieked, his hands grippi
