Amelia POV
The car ride to the penthouse felt longer than the flight itself.
I sat with my hands folded in my lap, watching the city slide by through tinted glass. Towers of glass and steel, streets busier than anything I had seen back home, wolves and humans moving side by side without a second glance at each other. The Royal Pack didn't hide what it was. Back home, we kept to the trees, kept our business behind closed gates. Here, power walked in the open, dressed in tailored suits and expensive perfume.
I pressed my palm flat against my knee to stop it from bouncing.
Raymond's driver hadn't said a word since picking me up outside the office tower, only nodded once when I gave my name, the false one, and opened the door for me like I was already something I wasn't. A fiancée. A guest
