SIMON'S POV

They were everywhere.

That was my first coherent thought as Kieran led us through the massive wooden doors. Werewolves. Dozens of them. Standing in the entrance hall, leaning against walls, watching from the second-floor balcony.

All of them were staring at me.

My legs wanted to run. My brain was screaming that I was surrounded by predators. But Thessara's hand found mine and squeezed, and somehow that kept me moving forward.

"This is the pack house," Kieran said. Like ...