Fiore’s gaze swept over the line of men before her, and with a steady hand, she pointed. “Him, him, and him.” Her voice was shaking despite her desire to control it. She deliberately chose the men Dominic had introduced before—those she believed might have a chance at survival, not just sacrificial pawns.
Lance’s twisted grin widened. “Good choice.” He turned to the men, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “You hear that, lads? Your Luna has chosen you to die for this pack.”
Fiore’s heart sank as she watched Lance release the man he had been holding by the throat. Blood trickled from the man's neck. Dominic, ever the loyal Beta, stepped forward and calmly handed Lance a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hand. The scene was surreal, and Fiore found herself staring at Lance a
