Luther's POV
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Manchester City, West Star Front Gates, 11:17 PM
A black Cadillac pulled up in front of the black iron gate, its headlights flaring. Luther and Silas sat at the back, a driver who knew how to be silent, the only one at the front.
Luther had his face angled out of the car, a hand on his chin.
Manchester.
Remembering what Celeste once said about this place and his pack made him smile a bit. It's only been a few weeks. Yet so much has changed. For better and worse.
He glanced briefly at his brother.
Despite Silas's story about how Amelia branded him, Luther still couldn't bring himself to trust him. Not fully, at least.
Just then, the gates to the pack opened, two guards standing at the entrance with straightened postures. They bowed before making way for the car to drive in.
Right.
Here he wasn't the picture-perfect academy jock.
He was Alpha.
