Orion’s POV

Reinhardt didn’t say much after leaving Mia’s door.

Not that I minded. Silence was easier than trying to explain the mess we were in.

The hallway stretched endlessly, lined with paintings of Thornveil’s past Alphas. Their eyes seemed to follow us as we walked—some proud, some cruel, all watching. The polished marble reflected the glow of the lanterns, too bright for my liking.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to sound casual. “You’ve got quite the art ...