“What did you do with her?” Courtney asks Daxton, the pack’s head warrior. She continues to stare at the kids bound in front of her with their eyes blindfolded.
“She escaped as soon as we got the kids,” Daxton replies, walking closer to her.
“If you can't perform this simple task as the head warrior, then of what use are you?” Courtney asks him. She cannot see the expression on his face because of how dark the room is, but she can feel the intensity of his gaze on her cheek.
“Killing her was not the plan,” he says in worry.
“I know,” she sneers, rolling her eyes at him.
The boys whimper and shuffle on the dirt floor. She isn't sure which of them, but one starts to cry. She hisses and her stoic face upturns into a deep frown and smacks her lips like she had tasted something sour.
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