Chapter Seventeen
Shaking, Nola stepped forward, using every ounce of willpower she possessed to move toward the wolves.
“I’m—” She was speaking too softly. They would never be able to hear. “I’m Nola Kent!”
The man leaned forward, and Nola had the terrible feeling he was trying to catch her scent.
“Allory,” the man barked, and a woman stepped forward.
Even in the darkness, Nola recognized the woman. She was the outsider who had started the fight in the Amber Dome that morning.
“Is it her?” the man asked Allory.
Looking terrified of standing so close to the man, Allory took a step sideways, squinting at Nola.
“That’s her,” Allory said. “That is Nola Kent.”
The man smiled. “I didn’t think they would actually let the little butterfly out of her cage to play at night.”
“Well, I’m he
