Waylen POV
I extend my hand toward Riley and gently lace my fingers with hers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
I can feel the tension running through her body, the subtle tremble she is trying and failing to hide. After everything that has happened today, I know she is far from okay.
Truth be told, neither am I.
My eyes remain fixed on the massive entrance ahead of us, my curiosity and caution battling within me. I want answers.
I want to know who the hell the Alpha of this pack is, what pack we are even standing in, how we ended up here, and most importantly what they want with us.
Just hours ago, I was banished from my own pack.
Banished.
On the very day I was meant to be announced as the next Alpha of the Midnight Pack.
The irony of it all nearly makes me laugh bitterly.
