FREYA'S POV
They took him.
I watched them chain Adrian with silver and throw him into that van like he was nothing and I did nothing. Just stood there choking in Kelvin's grip while they drove away with him.
"Let me go." My voice is hoarse from screaming. "Let me go you bastard."
Kelvin releases me suddenly, I stumbled and hit myself in the ground hard. My palms scrape against concrete.
"Go then. Run to your pathetic pack. See if they can save your precious Alpha." He spits on the ground near my hand. "You have twenty four hours. Then we start hurting him. Really hurting him."
He gets in the last remaining vehicle. They drive off. Leaving us in the wreckage. In the blood. In the failure.
Marcus limps over. He shifted back. His leg is torn open. Bleeding badly. "Freya. Are you hurt?
