Chapter Twenty-One
“Rogues”
Amira POV
An alarm sounds through the house, scaring the s**t out of me, and making Meda--who was enjoying her bottle of formula—burst into tears and screams that rival the sound of the alarm. I set aside the formula and take a seat on the edge of my bed, putting Meda on my lap and covering her ears to protect her from the horrible wail of the siren.
I can’t leave her to figure out what’s going on, and my anxiety grows the longer I’m stuck in place, trying to protect her vulnerable ears. After several moments, three pack members—who I recognize as some of our best warriors—burst into my room, filling the space and taking up defensive positions.
“What the heck is happening?!” I whisper yell, rocking Meda in an attempt to calm her down.
“Rogues, trying to
