For the first few seconds, I was sure I wanted to lash out on her. But with the last names she blurted out, anger surged in my veins, I was sure I wanted to execute her with my bare hands. I would like to look at her in her eyes as she slowly succumb to her own death.
At this point, I wounded my elbow as my nails dug deep into my skin. I let out a low growl, "Why do you know them? Who are you really?"
She blinked at me, quite surprised at my outburst, "All deltas in this pack know them. We're investigating your case, Phoebe. I thought you know that, being Alastor's mate."
My ears perked up. Alastor never told me what they were talking about in all those meetings he attended. He never told me the progress of their investigation. Hell, I don't know s**t.
All I did was stay in this damned
