Chapter 89: Shadow Pack

Chapter 89: Shadow Pack Olivia's POV I followed this strange man into the Shadow Pack. It was a reckless act, but I didn't regret it. We were still in our wolf forms, moving swiftly through the dense trees and into unfamiliar territory. He didn't look back once, but I could feel his presence—strong, commanding, and oddly reassuring. I couldn't explain why, but I trusted him, even though I didn't even know his name. As we passed the final line of trees, I slowed, my eyes widening in surprise. The Shadow Pack wasn't what I expected. It was just like the Full Moon Pack—civilized, structured, and well-developed. There were tall, modern buildings made of stone and glass, stretching high into the sky. Roads were clean and organized. Wolves in both forms moved around with purpose, working, talking, training. It was a world within the forest, hidden yet thriving. But what truly caught my attention was the way everyone reacted to the man ahead of me. Every wolf we passed lowered their head in respect. Some even stepped aside quickly, avoiding his gaze. He didn't acknowledge them, simply kept walking as though it was expected of them. I received a different kind of attention. Suspicious, wary eyes followed me. I saw whispers exchanged, a few growls barely concealed. They didn't recognize me, and I wasn't one of them. Their stares made it clear—I wasn't welcome here. Yet none dared to approach me. Not while I was walking beside him. Who was he? And why did the Shadow Pack fear and respect him so much? We kept moving deeper into the Shadow Pack's land, still in our wolf forms. The strange wolf in front of me walked with confidence, like he owned the ground he stepped on. I followed without thinking, but a nervous feeling started to grow in my chest. Then I remembered something. Back in the woods, those men had called him Alpha. They lowered their heads and made way for him. At the time, I was too caught up in everything to notice. But now it sank in. I might be following the Alpha of the Shadow Pack. The thought made my steps slower, my heart beat faster. I didn't know if I should turn around or keep going, but it was already too late. He finally led me to a huge building up ahead. It looked more like a fortress than a house. Without being told, I knew it was the pack house. It was beautiful in its own way, regal even, but it didn't compare to the grand opulence of the Full Moon Pack's mansion. Two guards stood at the entrance. As soon as they saw him, they moved aside and bowed their heads. They didn't look at me. They didn't even breathe too loudly. Inside, the building was busy. Servants were moving around—some carrying trays, others cleaning. There were wolves and humans working together. Every single one of them stopped when they saw him. They bowed, lowered their eyes, and stayed quiet. Not one person dared to speak to him. They all looked at my wolf, though. I could feel their eyes, full of questions. Who is this wolf? Why is she here? Their faces said it all. They didn't know me, and they weren't sure they liked me being here. But they didn't say a word—not while I was next to him. The inside of the building was surprisingly nice. There were big windows letting in sunlight, clean wooden floors, and decorations on the walls with symbols I didn't recognize. It was warm, cozy. He led me into the sitting room, still not saying a word, but in the sitting room, he finally stopped. Then he turned—and right in front of me, he changed. His wolf form shifted smoothly into a man's body. One second, he was a strong, black wolf. The next, he was tall, muscular, and completely naked. Tattoos covered his arms and chest. He didn't look shy or bothered at all. He acted like being naked was normal. His green eyes met mine. "Follow me," he said, his voice calm but firm. I growled a little, confused if I should. He raised a brow at me. "You are scared?" he asked, but I didn't say a word. He sighed. "I won't hurt you… I swear on my sister's life," he said again. I frowned. Does he even have a sister? As if reading my thoughts, he pointed in a direction, and I followed it to see a portrait of a lady who looked exactly like him. Same black hair, same green eyes—she practically had his face, but the woman version of him. "That is my twin sister, Abigail," he announced. I looked at the picture one more time before looking back at him. "Come with me… I won't hurt you," he said firmly. Then he turned around and went up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, unsure. My paws were frozen in place. I didn't know who he really was. But I had already come this far. So, I followed him. I climbed up the stairs behind him. I followed him up the stairs, my paws padding quietly against the polished wooden steps. Everything around me felt grand and intimidating, yet quiet—like the walls themselves respected his presence. He didn't look back, didn't check if I was following. He simply walked with purpose, as if he knew I would come. He led me to the last door in the hallway—a tall, dark wooden door with silver patterns carved into it. He pushed it open and walked in, then finally turned to glance at me, signaling me to come inside. I stepped in slowly. The room took my breath away. It was beautiful. Warm light streamed in from large windows, casting a soft glow on the deep emerald curtains and dark wood furniture. A grand four-poster bed stood in the center, the sheets black with golden designs. The walls were decorated with paintings, shelves full of books, and a large fireplace that crackled quietly in the corner. The room was beautiful, and strangely peaceful. But then I saw it. A portrait hanging above the fireplace. It was him. The same green eyes, the same strong features, only this time in human form—wearing a crown. My heart skipped. This wasn't just any room. This was his room. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. I had been brought into the Alpha's chambers. Why? Why would he bring me here?