Chapter 231

Alpha Rookwood yanked Garrick 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 Rookwood followed, her expression unreadable, pushing Lyla's wheelchair.

Lyla turned her head upward, eyes finding the high windows of the manor.