-Olivia’s point of view-
We reached the borders, and my eyes fell upon a disheveled young woman, seemingly of my age, or perhaps slightly older. She stood between two warriors, their grip firm on her trembling arms, presenting her to Alex. The girl's visage portrayed a mixture of pitiful distress, fear, and trepidation.
"This is the rogue, Alpha," one of the warriors dutifully informed, his voice bearing a tone of somber seriousness. "She claims to have lost her way and is left with nowhere else to turn."
My heart sank as I heard that.
Alex, his countenance a mask of authority and curiosity, inclined to question her further. "What's your name?" he asked.
With a voice quivering from fear, she replied, "Karen. I'm Karen Myers."
In the tense atmosphere, Alex probed once more, "And which
