CYRUS
The Alpha.
The Alpha.
The Alpha.
The word played over and over again in my mind until it started to sound like a broken record and I thought I was going to go insane from it.
“What did you say?” I forced strength into my voice, not wanting him to hear how that had thrown me. Not wanting him to hear my fear.
“The Alpha gave orders to attack her.” He said again.
The Alpha? In all the assumptions I had come up with as to who him and the people who sent him might be, never had I thought that it could have been the Alpha. How was that even possible? I had assumed he didn’t know where I was, and that even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to track me because I covered my scent. And he didn’t know her. Had no business with her. Why would he send someone to attack a human
