Madison nodded with a pup’s fierce determination, her mind set. Davis Shaw, however, let out a low whine of concern. "My Lady, I am not sure bringing the little one into a scent-confrontation is wise."

Avery’s response was a reassuring hum as she gathered Madison into her arms. "Do not fret, Davis. If she inherits even a fraction of her mother’s fire, a bit of boldness will serve her well. I am here to shield her."

With the pup secured against her chest, Avery approached the heavy iron-bound door of Room No.1. Instead of kicking it open in a display of dominance, she chose the path of a composed High-Blood,...