Hannah
I circled the living room, my bare feet silent on the plush carpet—and I was glad for it, too, because otherwise my relentless pacing would have driven the entire house mad by now.
The sound of furniture being moved and drawers being emptied continued to echo from upstairs, causing me to flinch. Guards stood at every entrance to the mansion, their eyes following my every move as if I might be attacked at any moment.
Noah had sent the guards. I hadn’t argued when the first one had arrived on the doorstep, dressed in a bulletproof vest.
The Luna of Nightcrest was in danger. So was its heir. There was no telling what people would do once that audio clip made it beyond that obscure forum. No telling how… angry people would become if they thought their Alpha had been che
