Thalia gasped.
The sound escaped before she could stop it. She stared at Jordan—at the warrior wearing his voice—not sure she'd heard him right.
He wanted her dead.
Her head spun. The room tilted and she had to lock her knees to keep from falling. Reality crashed down on her all at once, heavy and suffocating as she came to a realisation.
She was in enemy territory.
The Sharia pack owed her nothing. They'd shown her mercy by letting her prove her innocence through their Walk with Truth, but that mercy had limits. Jordan was offering them a way out—kill one fugitive to avoid his wrath. Why wouldn't they take it?
There was no one here to fight for her. No one who would risk their pack for some outsider who'd killed an alpha.
She was going to die here.
Panic clawed up her throat. Her
