Melissa’s POV.
The silence between us stretched, giving me time to contemplate my thoughts in a disarray. I bit down on my lower lip, fumbling for the right words.
I stared blankly at my hands, which rested stiffly on top of the blanket covering my lap. I watched my fingers nervously intertwine, then separate again. Even answering such a simple question suddenly felt difficult.
It wasn’t even the question that made it so difficult. It was the memories tied to the answer. If I began to tell him, I knew I’d have to relive everything I had fought to survive.
I barely managed to stop crying moments ago. If I forced myself to relive everything now, I wasn’t sure I could hold myself together.
“I…” My voice faltered. “I was being chased.”
Alpha Lambert frowned. “By whom?”
“Rogues…”
That t
