The double doors of the dining hall groaned open as Ace led the way out, his massive body shielding Rose from the hundreds of stunned, staring eyes. The silence behind them finally breaking into chaotic whispers as the pack tried to process the High Council's declaration. Rose was going to fight. She had exactly one month to prepare to enter the arena against a pure bred she-wolf.
Tanya’s furious, high pitched protests still echoed down the corridor, but Ace ignored them entirely. He kept a firm, possessive grip on Rose’s wrist, guiding her swiftly through the hallways of the pack house. Aunt Mira walked closely on Rose’s other side, her expression completely unbothered by the guards flanking them.
They moved up the grand staircase and down the secure northern wing until Ace reached the
