[Elara’s POV]
As we reached the massive steel doors of the main bunker, I could hear the muffled sounds of crying pups and the frantic, panicked whispers of the Omegas and the elderly who were too weak to fight.
My heart broke. I knew that scent. I knew that fear. For eighteen years at the Silver Moon Pack, I was the one hiding in the dark, trembling as rogues attacked, waiting for the harsh, cruel hands of an Alpha to drag me out into the dirt.
"Open it," I commanded the guards.
With a heavy groan, the steel doors swung open. I stepped inside.
The massive underground cavern was packed with hundreds of people. The moment I walked in, the crying and whispering abruptly stopped. Every single pair of eyes locked onto me.
They looked terrified. To them, I wasn't just Elara. I was the mat
