The interior of the Crimson Pack's main house looked just as Ava remembered. As she stepped across the threshold, she was sweat-glossed, breath heavy, but that did not dilute the fire in her gaze or the steel in her spine.
She spotted a gamma and headed toward him.
"Where is your Alpha? Take me to him."
The poor man didn't question it. Couldn't. He simply nodded, turned, and walked ahead.
As they reached the office door, Ava paused and glanced down at the amulet around her wrist. Its surface remained neutral. Her brows furrowed slightly.
Leon stood behind his desk, a faux-warm smile stretched across his face. He hadn't expected her. In fact, he hadn't expected anyone. If she was here, then they knew. But he had Alaric to protect him right?
"Ava," he said, "what a pleasant surprise."
Her chin tilted up. "It's Luna Ava to you, Leon."
