MEADOW’S POV.
The sound of approaching footsteps suddenly echoed across the entrance hall.
I turned instinctively to see two women walking out of the building.
One looked older. Elegant. Sharp-featured. Her dark blue dress flowed around her effortlessly as she descended the steps with calm authority. Even from a distance, her presence felt powerful in a quiet, controlled way.
The younger woman beside her looked closer to my age. Maybe slightly older.
Beautiful.
Long dark hair. Expensive clothes. Perfect posture.
Something about the way they walked side by side immediately made me feel out of place, standing there with dust from the road still clinging to my clothes.
The older woman’s eyes landed instantly on Alpha Killian.
Her expression softened slightly.
“There you are,” she sa
