My mother.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. Too long, but if there’s anywhere this key will be untouchable—It’s with her.
Her residence sits apart from the main pack dwellings, hidden deeper within the inner territory—far from unnecessary eyes and even farther from unwanted hands. A fortified safe house, surrounded by hundreds of loyal warriors stationed in rotating shifts, each one trained, disciplined, and ready to kill before asking questions.
Guard towers stand at every possible approach—watching, waiting, ensuring that no outsider—or i***t with misplaced confidence—crosses that perimeter unseen.
Even Keal wouldn’t dare, which is exactly why it’s perfect.
My grip tightens slightly around the key as I head straight for it, my pace steady, my expression unreadable.
Because be
