Esme's POV
There was so much going on at once that I didn't even have time to save myself, so I had to hold my head to keep from getting trampled.
I was on the brink of giving up when I felt a hand pull me up from the sea of people drowning me. "GET UP, GIRL!" a harsh-looking man said. He carried me on his shoulders and shoved all the other werewolves that gets on his way.
I squinted at the unfamiliar road in front of me and asked him as best I could "W—Who are you? Why'd you save me?"
"I'm someone you don't wanna know. Don't worry, I won't sell you. The Alpha is waiting for you," he said using his raspy old voice like he had a cough for weeks. I looked at him hesitantly. I want to know who's Alpha are we talking about exactly.
"Who do you serve?" I asked in a small voice
