{Rylee’s P.O.V.}
I was flabbergasted—I think that’s the word I want to use—and speechless. The traffickers knew about me; they knew I was rare. But thankfully, it seemed like they weren’t aware that Sam, or William, were Primordials as well. I felt bombarded by the sheer amount of information I had to process in such a short span of time as we all sat in the Golden Moon conference room. It was full of werewolves, on top of a light witch, and it looked as if the walls were going to collapse because there were so many of us packed inside.
Dorian finished explaining everything his pack member, Albert, had told him over the phone, and Wyatt was angry. No, scratch that, Wyatt was livid. The entire time Dorian was talking, Wyatt released a massive amount of
