“If you touch me again, I’ll rip your throat out!” Victoria snarled at the guard who blocked her path. Her blonde hair whipped around as she turned, searching for someone with actual authority.
The two guards stood firm at the packhouse entrance, unmoved by her threats. The taller one spoke calmly, “Alpha’s orders, Miss Victoria. No exceptions.”
“This is absurd! I’ve been coming here for years!” Victoria’s voice carried across the courtyard, drawing curious stares from passing pack members.
When she spotted Ezra approaching, relief washed over her face. “Ezra! Thank the Moon Goddess. Tell these idiots to let me through.”
Ezra glanced at the scene, his expression unimpressed. Instead of helping, he grasped Victoria’s elbow and pulled her away from the entrance.
“What are you doing?” she hissed, yanking her arm free. “I need to see Zayn!”
Ezra led her toward a secluded corner of the courtyard. “Lower your voice. Creating a scene won’t help your cause.”
