Chapter 8

Veronica’s POV

All eyes were on me.

Even without my heightened hearing as a werewolf, I could feel the deafening silence and hear the way everyone held their breath once they realized my presence. There were no announcements. I have a new scent that all of them would pick up quite easily.

Because I am an outsider. Because I don't belong here.

I stuck out like a sore thumb.

The towering figure of a man around 6’3 ft tall approached me. It took me a second before I recognized him. He had a buzzcut with his large body. His steps were heavy. Eamon, the pack’s Beta. The Alpha’s right hand man.

He stopped in front of me, his back was on his pack and uttered, “Come follow me.”

It almost echoed through the entire hall. That is how unsettling the silence was. I cannot pick up the smell of everyone but again, even without my lycan senses, the air is filled with too much tension.

Eamon suddenly turned to face the awaiting crowd of his pack members. He was frowning and in a strict voice,