Chapter 50.2

By the time we left the Sixth Faction, the sun had risen and was filling the wooded area of Richmond Park with light. I peered through the trees, finding no sign of humans, and passed the wards with Fenrir and Griff.

My feet dragged, and my arms hung like barbells at my sides. This had been one of the longest and most arduous nights I’d spent in a physical body, and I was sure the ends of my hair stank of brimstone.

A trio of enforcers awaited us at the other side of the poppy field and walked alongside us through the gates of the alpha’s compound, down the driveway, and to the mansion’s verandah.

“Good work, today,” Fenrir said without a trace of tiredness. “We’ll reconvene at six.”

Instead of going into his home, he crossed the lawn and headed toward the guesthouse. Griff stepped ahead of me and opened the door.

“After you.”

“Thanks.” I stepped into the hallway.

“Cathwulf.”

I paused, waiting for him to say something meaningful. Seconds passed, and when all I heard from him was a sig