Alpha Yukon's pov:
I waited in the hall for my mate. She came out and closed the door softly behind her. Sydney put her back against the wall and slid down. "What in the Goddess?"
"She doesn't belong here. That she-wolf is not from this world. Our world. She's like frozen in an era that no longer exists." I whispered.
"Do you see what she wears? What in the hell is it? I mean, it's beautiful white and gold." Sydney whispered back.
"It's Roman. They are called togas. We have to get her to come out at some point." I said, exasperated.
"They call rooms, dens. Yukon if you see her back. God almighty. I almost passed out. Her entire back is completely covered in scars."
"The mark of a slaved Alpha. They get beat with silver, silver with wolf bane, whips with silver claws, and bullwhips. Y
