A sharp burst of voices, footsteps, and a distant howl of alarm shattered the heavy silence between Helena and Milo. Both turned their heads toward the window at the same time. Outside, in the pack house’s main courtyard, the lights flared on with urgency, and several guards were running toward the front gate.
Helena stepped forward and slightly pulled back the curtain. The moment she saw the royal emblem on the side of the black vehicle that had just come to a stop, she knew who it was.
“Leofrik,” she murmured, her heart thundering in her chest.
Milo tensed behind her but said nothing.
They both left the room in a hurry, but they had barely taken a few steps into the hallway when a silhouette blocked their path.
Mason.
Leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a half
