Chapter 4: Court
The ride to Silver Pack wasn't long. She kept her body as still as possible, afraid that the slightest movement might draw Alpha Raventhorn's attention. Every few minutes, she could feel his gaze on her like a wolf eyeing a rabbit.
She dared not speak. The weight of her decision settled in during the ride. She had willingly left with the man known as the Butcher of Silver Pack. What in the name of the moon goddess had she been thinking? Maybe all those beatings she had taken over the months had rattled her brain. No one wanted her in the Crimson Pack anyway; they were probably throwing a celebration now that she was gone. Still, she could replay Selene's shrieking face over and over. That alone almost made this move worth it.
By the time they arrived, the sheer grandeur of Silver Pack took her breath away. Unlike the Crimson Pack's estate, Silver Pack had a fortress. A literal fortress. If a war broke out tomorrow, Ava was convinced this place could hold its own for a century. The grand entrance led to an even more imposing castle-like mansion, where rows of uniformed gammas stood at attention. She swallowed.
Yeah. Definitely in enemy territory now.
Raventhorn stepped out of the car, his presence commanding even when silent. The men on motorcycles moved in sync like a well-trained army. One of them opened the door for her, she caught Raventhorn already walking ahead.
Instead of following him, the guards ushered her in the opposite direction. She barely had time to take in her surroundings before they led her through an imposing set of iron doors, the sound of music filtering in as they walked down a dimly lit hallway. Then, the hallway opened up into a vast, luxurious living room, where several women lounged on plush sofas like queens in their court.
They were all stunning.
Silence fell the moment she stepped in. Even the music cut off, as if the sound system itself sensed the shift in energy.
Ava shifted uncomfortably. Oh great. More people who already hated her.