Lyla
As Ramsey and I returned to the pack house, the afterglow of our intimate moment still warming me, I noticed a group of people standing in the front courtyard.
They weren't pack members—that was clear as soon as we drew closer. These strangers wore warrior clothing in colours unfamiliar to the White Mountain region: deep purples, midnight blues, and burgundies rather than the traditional golden colour that was the White Mountains'
Seth was the first person to see us, and immediately, he announced Ramsey's presence: "The Lycan Leader is here."
Immediately, the warriors formed neat lines, standing at attention. Ramsey walked between them, his hand gripping mine as he guided me forward. We stopped before someone with their back turned to us, speaking quietly to another warrior.
The figure turned, and I felt Ramsey stiffen beside me. I couldn't blame him—the woman before us was breathtaking.
