"This way…" one of the guards spoke respectfully when Isla and I were allowed into the sprawling estate that belonged to the Lycan royals.
We followed him judiciously, our steps soft on the paved walkway, our eyes roaming freely, drinking in the sight of the residence—the part of the estate I hadn't visited since coming into the pack as Sage.
The air smelled faintly of roses and fresh polish, a scent that screamed maintenance and money. The guards stationed along the path stood straighter when we passed, eyes flicking once to our dresses before jerking back to the front as though staring too long might get them killed.
