Soon, Tristan arrives with a tow truck, accompanied by another truck for us to ride in. Nate and I climb into the backseats, while Kellan takes the front passenger seat. I watch with interest as the wolves operating the tow truck treat Kellan with utmost respect, their deference palpable. Tristan, too, shows a similar level of respect, confirming my suspicions.
Kellan must be an alpha, I think, observing the dynamics. Tristan, though intimidating and possessing the demeanor of an alpha himself, clearly defers to Kellan. His body language—always slightly behind and to the side—signals his position as a beta. It's impressive, to say the least.
As the truck rumbles to life, I find myself reflecting on the authority that Kellan exudes effortlessly. Every movement, every word, carries a weight that demands attention and respect. He must be quite the alpha, I muse, feeling my wolf stir in agreement within me.
The ride into Moonsand City is quiet, filled with the steady hum of the engine and the occasional murmur of conversation between Kellan and Tristan. Nate leans against me, eyes closed, clearly exhausted from the day's events.
I can't help but sneak glances at Kellan. Even from the backseat, his presence is commanding. He converses with Tristan in low tones, discussing logistics and plans. His voice, deep and authoritative, sends shivers down my spine every time he speaks. There's a calmness to his demeanor now, a stark contrast to the earlier tension. It's reassuring, yet it makes me acutely aware of the bond that's forming between us.
The drive to Moonsand is filled with a charged silence, each glance at Kellan through the rearview mirror sending jolts of electricity through my body. His attention is magnetic, and the connection between us is undeniable.
As we approach Moonsand, the landscape transforms into a dazzling expanse of white sand, shimmering under the sun. The city itself rises like a modern-day oasis, with sleek and grand architecture that makes the Mystral Pack look insignificant in comparison. The buildings are a harmonious blend of contemporary design and natural beauty, each structure an elegant testament to the city's prosperity.
We arrive at the gates of Moonsand, where the guard wolves barely glance at Kellan before allowing us through. His status here is clearly significant. As we drive deeper into the city, I marvel at the sight before me. The white sand interspersed with lush trees, modern buildings, and paved roads create a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Moonsand must have been a large, bustling city during the human era.
A towering skyscraper catches my eye, its exterior overtaken by overgrown greenery. Unlike humans, wolves prefer to stay closer to the ground, so most of these tall buildings have been left to nature. The tallest structures we use are no more than four stories high, adhering to our instinctual need to remain grounded. If you can jump out of the window and break some bones, then it's too high.
I gaze out the window, marveling at the bustling streets of Moonsand. Wolves in their natural form stride confidently, mingling with others in human form. Pups dart playfully between the adults, their joyful yips echoing through the air. It's a vibrant, thriving community—a true capital for all wolves.
Our journey takes us to an imposing structure that dwarfs everything I've ever seen. Mansion or palace? It's hard to tell, but it is undeniably the grandest building I've ever laid eyes on. The main structure stands proudly at the center, flanked by ten smaller buildings. A serene pond and a majestic fountain enhance the landscape, while meticulously curated grass and trees frame the scene. Dominating the center is a black marble statue of a wolf, its form exuding power and menace.
"Where are we?" I murmur, exchanging a bewildered look with Nate. He seems just as puzzled as I am.
Kellan steps out of the car with an air of authority, and we hastily follow. I grab my bag, a sad collection of my meager belongings, and Nate does the same. We are escorted directly to the largest building, passing by numerous other wolves who bow their heads and avoid making eye contact with Kellan. Their deference speaks volumes. Kellan is no ordinary Alpha.
The main building's entrance looms before us, its grand doors opening into an opulent foyer. The sheer scale and elegance of the place leave me breathless. High ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, polished marble floors, and walls lined with rich wood paneling create an atmosphere of both luxury and power.
As we move further inside, the wolves we encounter maintain a respectful distance, their eyes downcast. Kellan's presence commands absolute respect, if not fear. He leads us through a labyrinth of hallways, each one more impressive than the last, until we arrive at a set of double doors. With a gesture, he indicates that we should enter.
Kellan guides us through the opulent hallways, finally stopping at a set of doors. "Would you prefer separate rooms or to stay together?" he asks, his tone polite but authoritative.
Nate and I exchange glances. The idea of being alone in this vast, unfamiliar mansion is daunting. "We'll stay in the same room," I reply, and Nate nods in agreement.
"Very well," Kellan says with a nod. He opens one of the doors, revealing a spacious and elegantly furnished suite. The room is adorned with plush furniture, rich fabrics, and intricate designs that speak of luxury and comfort.
"Make yourselves at home," Kellan says, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turns to leave. "I'll be nearby if you need anything."
As soon as the door closes behind him, Nate bursts into the room, his eyes wide with excitement. He runs his fingers over the smooth surfaces of the furniture, marvels at the artwork on the walls, and bounces on the massive bed. "Ember, can you believe this place?" he exclaims, his voice filled with awe. "It's like a palace!"
I smile at his enthusiasm, but my mind is elsewhere. The grandeur of our surroundings is overwhelming, but it's Kellan who occupies my thoughts. The way he commands respect, the undeniable connection we share—it all swirls in my head, leaving me both curious and cautious.
Nate continues his exploration, opening drawers and peeking into the en-suite bathroom, which is as lavish as the rest of the suite. "This is incredible," he says, turning on the gold-plated faucets and watching the water flow into the marble sink. "I've never seen anything like it."
I wander to the window, gazing out at the beautifully manicured grounds. The setting sun casts a warm glow over the landscape, making it look even more magical. The statue of the imposing wolf stands in the distance, a silent sentinel over Moonsand.