Landon's POV
I was in a car, being driven to a location I wasn't aware of. The reason I was dressed like this, I wasn't aware of that either. The only thing I knew was what the little omega girl, who had lost her life for my sake, had whispered before her death: that I was being taken to Lord Varron. Beyond that, I knew nothing else.
Father had said only one thing, that he was helping me realize my dreams. But what dreams? Of what sort? That, I was unsure of.
"We're on our way now, Lord. We will reach the manor before dawn," the man seated beside me announced.
He reeked of an unfamiliar scent. With most wolves, I could tell their pack from their scent, but not with him. Nor did he carry the foul stench of a rogue. His presence unsettled me as he was shrouded in mystery.
"Yes, My Lord. He is here with us," he continued, speaking into the phone. I couldn't tell who he was addressing, or if I was the one being spoken of.
