Chapter 8: First Lesson from Alpha Draven
Meredith.
"This way," the butler said, his voice clipped as he gestured toward the left and started walking.
I forced my legs to move. Each step was heavy, and each turn made my head spin.
The Mystic Furs estate was enormous—a labyrinth of cold stone corridors, towering archways, and endless staircases. Unlike the Moonstone Pack, where homes were built for comfort, this place was built to intimidate. The walls loomed over me, lined with gold sconces and dark tapestries, each embroidered with the sigil of the Oatrun family—a black wolf beneath a full moon.
The air smelled of pinewood and something richer beneath—a scent of dominance and power.
By the time we reached the Guest Wing, my body was screaming in protest. My legs wobbled from exhaustion, and my stomach twisted with hunger.
The butler finally stopped in front of a large wooden double door.
He reached for a ring of keys at his belt, flipping through them before unlocking it. The heavy door groaned as it swung open.
"This will be your room from now on," he said stiffly, stepping aside. His tone was mechanical, void of warmth. "Your belongings will be brought in shortly. Someone will come to attend to you soon."
I parted my lips, wanting to ask—Who? What am I supposed to do next?
But before I could get a word out, he turned sharply and walked away, disappearing down the hall.