CIARA
The heavy, dead weight of Hayes’s body pressed me flat against the blood-soaked leather seat. The metallic scent of his alpha blood was entirely overwhelming, soaking through my emerald dress and sticking to my skin. Outside, the heavy crunch of boots on gravel grew louder, accompanied by the low, guttural growls of Marcus’s men.
"Check the driver's side!" a rough voice barked from just outside the shattered window. "The Alpha’s car is completely totaled. They didn't survive that blast."
"I don't care about the driver," Marcus's voice boomed, closer now, dripping with absolute malice. "Find the Riverstone omega. She’s the prize. Without her, Hayes has no bloodline to pass down his title."
My heart hammered violently against my ribs. I couldn't shift. I didn't have claws, or fangs
