DEXTERA
“I thought Deucalion said this place was safe,” my voice shook out of fear. “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 outward.
“They’re rogues,” she said lethally at last, shifting her stance instinctively.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Rogues.
“Then what do we do next?” I whispered, panic peaking up my throat.
Freya finally turned to me with her sharp, blazing eyes. “First, we keep calm. Then, I access the situation.”
Easy for her to say. I knew she was trying to act like the Alpha female she was but the violence outside didn't look like something only her could take on.
The sounds outside grew louder; scraping claws against stone, guttural murmurs and som
