The moon was just beginning to hung high that night—pale and watchful, cloaked in a halo of mist. Dam-Nighade estate was still bubbling with the evening activities, while tjose who had finished their work early were preparing to retire for the night except those from the kitchen quarter since Alpha Theo hasn't eaten his evening meal. The estate is shining under moon light, silent except for the faint rustling of the trees and the distant howl of wolves echoing through the hills.
After timing the servants, Samantha moved like a shadow between the corridors, her bare feet silent against the stone floor. Every step was measured, every breath drawn with care. The guards stationed outside the Alpha’s quarters had changed shifts just moments ago—she had timed it perfectly.
The key she held was
