Lacy's POV
"Who's there?" I call out to the darkness after stopping abruptly midway in the halls.
I initially dismissed the feeling of uneasiness as nerves, but I was sure I had just heard footsteps.
Maybe it was all in my head after all. I turn and continue to walk away when suddenly an arm slams me against the wall and pins me down by the waist so I can't move.
"What the–"
I suck in a sharp breath.
A man stands in front of me, and he reeks of alcohol. I don't recognise him. Who was he?
Was he one of those men who attacked me the other time?
No, he must be from the hall if he reeks of alcohol, right? So he's from this pack, but what does he want with me?
He has broad shoulders, is tall, and scars litter his face and neck.
I was terrified. What had I gotten myself into?
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