Iris' POV:
I didn't stop until the laughter finally died out.
Even then, I stood motionless for a long moment before footsteps sounded behind me.
There was more than one set.
There were three.
I turned and saw three unfamiliar werewolves standing a few feet away.
"So it's just you, Iris?" the one in front said with a slow smile, his gaze sliding over me. "Alpha Layton's little princess, wandering around alone. That's not very safe, is it?"
I took a step back and instinctively reached for my waist, only to find empty air where my knife should have been.
Dane had made me feel safe, and that had made me stupid.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing much," another one said, stepping closer. "You're coming with us. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
I spun to run, but the third were
