Selene’s POV
After a long, tiring day, I had just laid down to rest. My body ached, and my eyes were heavy with sleep. For once, I thought I could finally have a few peaceful hours without anyone yelling or shoving around.
But that hope shattered the mont soone banged loudly on my door.
The noise was so sudden and harsh, that I sat up straight in bed, heart pounding in my chest. Before I could even respond, the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a sharp thud.
A guard stepped in, he was tall, broad, and wearing a scowl like he had swallowed sothing bitter.
"Alpha Lucian is asking for your presence. Get going," he said in a stern, cold voice.
I blinked at him, stunned. Alpha Lucian? At this hour?
It was the middle of the night. The halls had gone quiet long ago. Why would he call for now?
My stomach twisted with dread.
Sothing wasn’t right.
Fear settled like a stone in my chest. Was I in trouble? Had I done sothing wrong again? Was this punishnt?
Before I could make sense of it, the guard’s voice turned sharp and impatient.
"Well? Are you coming, or should I drag you there like a mutt?"
I quickly stood up, lowering my head. "I’m coming," I whispered.
He sneered, clearly enjoying the way I flinched under his glare, then turned on his heel and walked ahead. I followed him in silence, my bare feet cold against the floor, my thoughts a ss of panic and confusion.
We moved through the Alpha quarters, but after a while, I noticed sothing strange—we weren’t heading toward the Alpha wing or his office. We were walking deeper into the pack’s inner territory, far from the main buildings.
That’s when a new kind of fear crept in.
What if he wasn’t really taking to Alpha Lucian?
What if he was lying?
My breath caught as I stared at the guard’s back. He was tall, strong, and clearly a trained warrior. I was just a girl who hadn’t even gotten her wolf yet. I had trained before... yes, I knew how to defend myself. But only against other ogas or young wolves. A full-grown warrior? I wouldn’t stand a chance.
Still, I had to try sothing. I had to be ready—just in case.
As we passed a narrow path, I saw a sharp branch lying on the ground. It was dry, splintered, and sharp enough to pierce. I quickly grabbed it without making a sound and tucked it inside my dress, pressing it close to my side.
If he tried anything... I would go for his eyes.
Even if I couldn’t win, I wouldn’t be completely helpless.
We walked further, and soon, we reached a large house at the edge of the territory. I had never seen it this close before. The lights inside glowed gold and red, and loud music spilled through the walls. I could hear laughter, clinking glasses, and voices shouting over each other.
A party.
My blood ran cold.
I had seen parties like this before, back when I lived in the Crimson Fang Pack. I never went to them—but I knew what happened behind those doors. I had heard the whispers.
My legs froze.
No. No, I didn’t want to go in there.
It would’ve been better if the guard had tried to harm in the woods. At least there, I could fight. I could run. But this? This was like stepping into the lion’s den. A house full of drunk wolves, wild with power and no rules.
I took a step back, but the guard noticed.
He grabbed my arm and yanked forward. "Don’t even think about it," he growled.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t look at him. I just let myself be dragged, because his grip was so tight that she could feel her bones might crack at the slightest provocation.
As the door opened and the music slamd into my ears, I lowered my eyes to the floor. I didn’t dare raise my head. I didn’t want to see who was inside. I didn’t want anyone to see either.
My heart raced. My palms were sweaty. I could feel every stare prickling on my skin like needles, though I didn’t look up to et them.
I wished, more than anything, that I could faint. I wished I could disappear.
But I couldn’t.
So I let myself be pulled inside, keeping my head down, clutching the hidden branch close to my body, and silently praying that whatever was waiting for in that house... it wouldn’t do anything to .
I didn’t get more than a glance before the guard shoved forward.
I stumbled and crashed to the floor with a loud thud, my knees scraping against the polished tile. Pain shot up my legs, but that wasn’t what made my breath freeze.
It was the silence.
For just one brief second, the wild music and laughter inside the room paused. As if the wolves had caught the scent of prey. As if they all noticed I didn’t belong here.
But soon, the noise returned—louder than before, more chaotic and more hungry.
The guard behind straightened and suddenly spoke in a voice I didn’t recognize. Polite and respectful.
"I’ve brought her here, Alpha Lucian."
I blinked.
The change in his tone was so different from the way he had barked at earlier that I barely believed it was the sa man. My hands trembled against the cold floor.
Then I heard it. A low, humming sound.
Lucian.
He didn’t speak—just humd softly, like he was thinking, or maybe...he was pleased with my presence here
The guard left right after. His footsteps vanished behind , and the silence in front of stretched long and heavy.
I felt suffocated feeling of many eyes on and sothing told not to look up.
But I did.
And I wished I hadn’t.
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