Celeste

Thorne might have put in protective measures to stop me from following Freya and the quadruplets but that doesn't mean that I would put a halt to my plan.

“Alpha Nigel” The name rolled off my tongue as I stood on the pathway that led to the gigantic packhouse surrounded with golden lights and the trees that seemed to stretch endlessly.

Mist covered the whole place and at that moment, my mind drifted to how I had pleaded with my father to please set up an appointment with Alpha Nigel.

He knew Alpha Nigel but at the same time, he didn't want me to have anything to do with...