Jaxon's POV

The servant walked ahead of me and didn’t look back. He walked quickly, almost like he had somewhere better to be. There were mo greetings from passing staff, or guards posted at the usual corners that I remembered from my last visit to this place.

“Where is Alpha Viktor?” I asked, increasing my pace to meet up with the servant, who didn't reply me. He just turned the corner sharply and continued walking.

Warning bells began to ring in my head.

We reached a heavy wooden door flanked by two guards, but something caught me off guard. Their armor wasn’t Viktor’s, or mine, or anyone I could place....