"Sienna..."
I still found is surreal to hear Alpha Walker say my name, and his voice reached me before I was even sure where I was.
I wasn't on the pathway at the edge of the forest this time, or in the beautiful clearing under the glowing moon; I was in the Packhouse, exactly where I had been standing with Alpha Walker the last time he was asleep.
For a moment, all I could do was stare at him without saying anything, before I forced myself to look him in the eyes.
"The paintings," I whispered.
My throat as dry, and I knew that talking about the paintings I had been trying to memorize was probably the least important thing to discuss, but it was all I could manage.
"The paintings?" Alpha Walker sounded confused as he took a step towards me, and I felt a sudden jolt of panic despite t
