Kiara POV:

The long and winding corridors of the Lycan packhouse were filled with an eerie silence as Seraphina led me back to my room. Each step we took seemed to echo through the empty halls, a stark reminder of my isolation. The meek and subdued demeanour of the she-wolves I'd seen earlier weighed heavily on my mind.

Seraphina, the she-wolf escorting me, was a picture of stoic obedience. Her eyes were downcast, her posture rigid. Despite my attempts to engage her in ...