~ Dorathy pov ~
My back pressed hard against the wall of the tiny storage room at the end of the corridor.
I could still feel my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest.
Anna.
The name stayed in my mind like a fresh burn.
I slid down until I was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped tight around them.
I had seen her.
After eighteen long years, I had seen Anna Charles standing in the middle of the Alpha’s sitting room, smiling that same sweet, poisonous smile she used to give me.
My breath shook.
What was Anna doing here? In the pack house?
The question looped over and over in my head like a broken record.
Has she discovered that I am here? Does she know I’ve been hiding right under Ryder’s roof all this time?
I pressed my forehead against my kne
