Chapter 115. Neutral Ground

Savannah’s POV

I step out of the car and onto the gravel driveway, my heart is pounding with nervousness and I don’t even know why. The grandeur of the Onyx Castle before me takes my breath away. It’s a sight to behold, standing tall and majestic on the outskirts of London.

The sun is now dipping below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the ancient stones that make up the walls. The Alphas of the Black Onyx Pack have been residing here for over 200 years, and as I walk closer to the castle, I can feel the weight of its history bearing down on me. There’s an air of mystery and history surrounding the place. The lush green gardens that surround the castle are also meticulously manicured, a testament to the generations of care and devotion that have been poured into this estate. Tall, imposing oak trees line the path, their branches stretching out like sentinels guarding this piece of living history.

“The entire west wing of the house is unoccupied a