I am barely able to dodge the knife the girl throws at me. I can see it glide past me from the corner of my eye, a hint of pain in my cheek as the knife cuts into my skin.
“You must be the alpha’s mate,” the girl says, a hint of malice in her voice as the last words slip out. There is some resentment in her tone that doesn’t seem to be directed at me. “They said you’d be pretty.”
“Who are you?” I ask, carefully placing myself as a barrier between her and the girls of the pack. Eliza was human, she had no means to defend herself if the girl chose to attack her. Liz still seemed too stunned to move, staring at Malia’s unmoving body. The other girl begins pulling Eliza back, though she appeared wary of the female in front of us. “How do you know who I am?”
“Is it of any importance
