Chapter Eighty-Four: Can You Help Me Part Two

Kiara POV: The long and winding corridors of the Lycan packhouse were filled with an eerie silence as Seraphina led me back to my room. Each step we took seemed to echo through the empty halls, a stark reminder of my isolation. The meek and subdued demeanour of the she-wolves I'd seen earlier weighed heavily on my mind. Seraphina, the she-wolf escorting me, was a picture of stoic obedience. Her eyes were downcast, her posture rigid. Despite my attempts to engage her in conversation, she remained resolutely silent. "Seraphina, please," I finally pleaded, my voice tinged with frustration. "I need to know what's going on here. Why are the women treated this way? What's the history between Alpha Francis and my mother? How did the whole pack move into lycan terrorism despite the two species not fond of one another." She continued walking, her face devoid of emotion. It was like talking to a statue. Her refusal to answer only fueled my determination. "Please, Seraphina," I said, softer this