Then I heard it—a whisper so close to my ear it felt real.
"Wake up. They're coming."
And just like that, I shot up with a gasp.
I breathed heavily, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
The fire caught my attention, and it took me a second to remember where I was. I was in the cave—the same one I stumbled into when the storm rolled in. Outside, I could hear rain crashing violently against the rocks. It was dark now. Night had completely taken over.
I sighed, sitting up.
"Damn you, asshole," I muttered through clenched teeth as I remembered how I ended up here in the first place.
Alpha Gareth. The biggest asshole the world has seen yet.
That bastard had given me a broken compass and a fake map, sending me out here on a wild goose chase. For what?
I mean, I get it—he didn't like me.
