Chapter 22 I Am Not A Prisoner

• Seren’s POV
• The moment I stepped out of Kevin’s car, my pulse still hadn’t calmed. I tried to steady my breathing as I hurried up the steps of the Alpha’s mansion, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My wolf wouldn’t stop stirring, hackles raised, alert. Whoever, or whatever I felt in those woods hadn’t been my imagination. I knew it.
• I shoved through the heavy doors, my sneakers squeaking against the polished marble of the foyer. The grand chandelier glittered above me like nothing in the world was wrong, but my heart hammered loud enough to drown out everything else.