I walked behind Janice through the long corridor that led to Lady Bernice's private wing.
The farther we went, the quieter the pack house became.
Most members rarely came to this part of the building. It was reserved for the former Luna and a few attendants who served her daily needs. Even warriors avoided lingering here unless they were summoned.
It was as if no one dared to come too close. As if afraid that they would cross a boundary.
I never understood why the power in the Night claw pack is so segregated. But that isn't my problem.
Lady Bernice had ruled this pack beside the former Alpha for decades. Even after stepping down, her influence still lingered like a shadow over every decision made in the Night Claw pack.
Some people said that she was just a woman hiding in the shadow of Alpha Demon, but for someone like me, who kept her head down and heard things I wasn't supposed to sometimes, I knew better than that.
