The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by Lesley’s uneven breathing. His eyes bore into Ava, no longer filled with the love and warmth they once held, but with an anguish so profound it made her chest tighten.
Ava had sent most of her troops back, stating that a negotiation of sorts will be done and an order will be sent out to them. Alpha Elijah had straight away asked what pack they were and why they sought to wipe them out, because they certainly were not rogues— they were far too united and motive driven to just be a group of outlaws claiming territories. Rogues did not claim territories. Of course his question had been answered, and now, there was clarity.
“The Blackthorn pack,” Lesley said hoarsely, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. “You’re from Blackthorn.”
Ava
