DEXTERA
“I thought Deucalion said this place was safe.” My voice shook despite my attempt to steady it. “If they’re not pack guards… then who are they?”
Freya didn’t even look at me. Her entire body had gone still, taut like a drawn bow, her every sense tuned towards the sounds outside.
“They’re rogues,” she said, her voice suddenly lethal.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Rogues.
“Then what do we do next?” I whispered, panic crawling up my throat.
Freya finally turned to me, her sharp eyes blazing. “First, we keep calm. Then I assess the situation.”
Easy for her to say.
She was trying to wear the confidence of an Alpha female, but whatever was happening outside didn't sound like something even she could handle alone.
The noises grew louder.
Claws scraped against stone. Low, gu
