You were essentially a human slave within your mother—Luna Katherine’s—pack, since you were a half-werewolf, half-human hybrid that didn’t have a wolf. You were cleaning one of the visiting alphas rooms, the room all of the omega maids within the pack house refused to clean— Alpha Mason’s room, since all the alphas of the United States and Canada were gathered at the Shadow Geirolf pack—your pack—for a meeting, a congregation of Alphas.

You hadn’t noticed him enter, silent as a mouse, until the intimidation, sheer dominance and power encased the room, making you stiffen.