Chloe’s pov
I didn't even have time to catch my breath before the double lock clacked, and the oak door swung open with a bang.
Four of Nash’s pack guards poured into the narrow space, their broad chests heaving beneath their leather armor. Bram stood at the front, his face pale, his jaw set in a rigid line as his eyes swept over my travel bag and dark wool cloak.
"Luna," Bram said, his voice flat and tight with forced authority. "The Alpha gave strict orders. You are not permitted to leave these grounds."
"I am leaving," I said, stepping forward, my chin lifted, my hands resting near the small leather pouch at my waist. "Stand aside, Bram."
Bram didn't budge. Neither did the three warriors behind him.
"We have our orders," Bram repeated, refusing to meet my eyes directly. "You will
