Chapter 11
My body trembles as the large guard leads me down the dimly lit hallway, the cold air of the high-ranking pack's den envelopes me like a shroud. The walls are adorned with ancient tapestries that depict the pack's history. They seem to loom over me, casting long, taunting shadows on the floor. The chill of the night seeps through the stone, making my skin prickle with goosebumps.
The footsteps of the guard echo off the walls, the only sound breaking this oppressive silence. I quicken my pace, trying to keep up with his long strides, my heart racing with every step. The hallway stretches out before us, lined with doors leading to the private chambers of the pack's elite. I know because this part of the hall is way too elegant to be given to any lesser. I wonder why I'm being brought here.
The air is thick with the scent of wood smoke and damp earth, an underlying scent of this pack. I shiver, despite myself, feeling the weight of these Pack's history and power bearing down o
