ALDRIC’S POV
She is utterly terrified. I know she is an Omega, but that day in the woods outside Marco’s pack house, she was fierce and driven; this female in front of me was a nervous wreck. I feel like any sudden move, and she will bolt.
“Look at me, calm down. What is your name?” I ask as I let the door behind me slowly swing shut. I hold my hand up in mock surrender.
“Mary.” She answers without moving a muscle. I know that look, that stance; she is gearing up to run. I’m not worried about catching her, but I don’t want to go to that extreme.
“Alright, Mary, I am not turning you or Samantha over to the Elders, I promise. They have left and are not returning; they aren’t even welcomed back. Okay?”
She nods, but the rest of her body is as stiff as a board. She is holding a box o
