Lena stepped out of the sleek black SUV, her heels clicking softly against the stone-paved driveway of the Grand Masquerade Hall. The building rose like something out of a dream—tall archways bathed in silver light, flickering lanterns swaying in the evening breeze, and golden drapery flowing along the entrance. Music floated out into the night.
Lena frowned slightly, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar territory as the hall loomed ahead. She had never set foot in this pack’s land before, and every step forward stirred a quiet wariness in her chest.
The grounds were pristine—like they had been groomed by only the best.
Behind her, the Willow Pack members emerged with quiet unity, a presence that grounded her more than she expected.
Alpha Jackson led them with his usual composed authorit
