𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞
Stepping out of the car was like stepping out of a furnace. I followed Mikhail and Veronique, feeling small and out of place. The building ahead could have been conjured from an urban sci-fi novel—a long rectangle reaching for the sky, almost alien, with intertwined silver moons embellishing the front.
The interior was just as intimidating. While the outside had been black, the inside was silver, softened with neutral hues that made it feel like walking into a constructed dream—one made from steel and moonlight so bright you had to squint.
The people that moved through the cavernous hallway looked like they could have been Alphas themselves. None looked at me directly, but the weight of their awareness pressed on me.
"High Alpha, good morning," they greeted. Some but not all did the same for Veronique.
Mikhail only nodded.
