Moira's POV

The main pack house feels like a museum I'm not supposed to touch. Everything is too clean, too organized, too full of people who know exactly where they belong.

I don't.

The head nurse helps me up the stairs to the third floor where the Alphas' private quarters take up the entire level. My ribs still ache from the attack, and the bandages pull when I move too fast.

"The Alphas asked that you start attending pack ...