Ava's POV
The insistent knocking at the door kept going, loud and unyielding, yanking me out of my clammy, disoriented fog. I got up unsteadily, my knees wobbling from that vile dream still tearing through my thoughts—David bound tight, my triplets sobbing. Before I could even grab the knob, the door flew inward, and two sentries loomed in the frame, their expressions blank, stares piercing me like I'd committed some unspeakable crime.
"What the f**k is going on?" I snarled, my tone gravelly, forcing myself to sound tougher than I felt. They stayed mute, just fixing me with that accusing glare like I was the guilty one.
"Alpha Liam wants you, Ava," one finally muttered, his voice flat, never dropping his intense gaze. Ava? They used my first name, no title or anything formal. It threw m
