Alara’s POVThe Midnight Packhouse was an architecturally stark contrast to the cold, echoing white marble of the Lycan palace halls I’d fled. This place was warm, built entirely of dark cedar and heavy stone, humming with an undercurrent of contained, ancient life but quiet enough that the silence didn’t claw hysterically at my shattered nerves.Alpha Ronan, guided me through the shadowed entrance with a measured, polite distance. He never breached the fragile bubble of my personal space; he never pushed for more acknowledgment or conversation than I was willing to offer. He was a perfect, unsettling host.“Your room,” he said, his voice a low, resonant rumble as he opened a door near the western, most secluded wing, “faces the forest. It’s where the moonlight hits first every night. We find that wolves, particularly those connected to the lunar energy, sleep better with the sky on their side.”I managed a faint, strained smile, my fingers instinctively brushing the warm wooden door f
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