Night had fallen completely by the time Helena returned to the main house of the Moon’s Claw pack. Leofrik’s black car stopped in front of the grand stone-and-wood vestibule. The escort vehicle, carrying Agus, had already veered off toward the prince’s territory moments earlier. Now, she was alone.
Helena stepped out calmly, adjusting her coat and letting the cool night air brush her face. She didn’t allow herself to show tension. She knew what awaited her.
From one of the second-floor windows, a dark figure watched her. Mason.
The Alpha’s eyes burned like live coals. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw set tight. The sight of Helena stepping out of Leofrik’s car was a direct wound to his ego. An unbearable provocation.
He didn’t move. Not yet.
Helena crossed the threshold with h
