"Did you make some sort of mistake?" I asked, staring slack-jawed at the room that they had led me to. "You're making me stay here?"
"Why?" Rowan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
There was a very serious problem― it seemed like Rowan and Soren might've been possessed. The room they had led me to was not one in the omegas' quarters, nor was it a miserably dingy little jail cell tucked away in the basement of the pack house.
It was one of the main bedrooms in the main wing of the pack house, right next to the Alphas' bedrooms. In fact, it could even be considered as one of the designated bedrooms for the Luna to stay in, should she require another bedroom to reside.
