Chapter 541

Alpha Nightcrag yanked Conall up from the floor, his grip as unyielding as steel shackles. The younger wolf was still crying, the sound raw and feral, but the Alpha's patience had run dry. Without slowing, he dragged him toward the manor's entrance.

Lady Nightcrag followed, her expression unreadable, pushing Willa's wheelchair.

Willa turned her head upward, eyes finding the high windows of the man