Dominic's POV
I turned to face her.
She stood fixed in her position for a minute before turning—her face had a mixed expression, as if she was afraid but I thought it was just the normal fear the people had for me.
I took careful steps toward her, my eyes fixed on her face.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice booming with authority. I found it strange that she looked somewhat familiar and had those icy blue eyes.
But what was more unnerving was the way she was dressed.
“I’m a guest in the Pack like you, Alpha Dominic.” She said, finding it difficult to make eye contact with me.
Only people who had something to hide would do that, but it was hard to conclude in my case since I’ve had that experience even with little kids.
“It’s a funeral, why are you dressed this way?” I asked, s
