Alistair’s POV

I step into the pack house at the height of noon, feeling the weight of exhaustion from the journey pulling at my limbs. All I want is the quiet solace of my room before the day’s work inevitably finds me again.

But peace is never so easily claimed in this place.

I make it halfway through the hallway when Briony emerges like a specter. No, she doesn’t merely walk—she glides, her presence so effortless it’s as though the corridor itself ...