Alec's POV
I led Skylar toward my office. I could feel her hesitation, the slight tremor in her fingers as we walked through the east wing.
I paused at the large oak doors to my office, glancing down at her. "Have you ever attended a pack meeting?"
She shook her head, her lips pressed together, probably unsure of what to expect.
I pushed open the door, revealing the expansive room beyond. "Well. You are now." I said.
Her eyes widened slightly. But I pulled her inside before she could argue. "What are—" She paused as she took in the space.
It wasn't just an office; it was more like a command center. A large wooden desk stood in the center, covered with maps and documents, while shelves of ancient tomes and records lined the walls. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the training grounds, and the fireplace in the corner gave the room an almost intimidating warmth. But it wasn't the door that expanded to library that held her attention.
