BIANCA’S POV

I called the wolf girl who escorted me to my section of the quarters assigned to me in the Ironclad pack. “Help me with this,” I turned, tapping my zip. She did as I requested, and I finally felt air fill my lungs. “Thank you,”

She left, quietly shutting the door behind her.

The room was just as big as mine, with a bed as large as that of Ardans. It looked so much like our pack, with very similar settings. The balcony door was open, a gateway for the cold air to flow ...