I stared at the long line of prisoners, each of them shackled and standing just a few paces away. How many were there? Forty? Fifty? How could I possibly select only twelve-and, by doing so, leave the rest to die?
A lump formed in my throat as my gaze locked with Livia's. Even at a distance, I saw her trembling, her head shaking in disbelief. I knew she was scared and confused, seeing me standing at Alpha Stefano's side like I belonged there. I forced myself to look away, my heart aching as I stepped closer to the General.
"Can I..." I hesitated, feeling the weight of his cold stare. "Can I speak with them?"
His lips curled, amusement glinting in his dark eyes. "Go ahead, little one," he said, gesturing grandly.
Goddess help me, how I wished I could use the mind-link. But even though I
