MARIE

The drive to my brother’s estate was short, the familiar winding roads of the city giving way to the imposing, high-walled sanctuary he called home.

His estate was a testament to his status, a sprawling modern fortress of stone and glass nestled among ancient, whispering oaks.

The iron gates were intricate, etched with the pack’s crest, and they swung open with a smooth, hydraulic hiss the moment they sensed the specific, powerful signature of Daniel’s car.

Daniel navigated ...