Emily’s POV
They dragged me across the dirt like I weighed nothing, my feet scraping against the rough ground, wrists burning where their claws dug in. Dalton was beside me, struggling against two wolves who seemed more than happy to shove him forward every time he fought back.
Like I said before — one day the truth would come out. And when it did, it wouldn’t be funny.
We were thrown into the open field, the cold morning air biting into my skin. My heart slammed against my ribs when I looked up. They were everywhere. Wolves. Big, hulking ones with eyes like molten gold, others with black coats so dark they seemed to swallow the light. A few stayed in their human forms — muscular men and women with sharp eyes and sharper expressions.
They were hungry. I could feel it. Not just for food
