Alyssas POV
The voice slices through the silence like a dagger through skin.
My breath catches in my throat. It’s cold. Too cold. I can feel the blood in my veins turn to ice. Every muscle in my body tightens as I stare into the darkness. Shadows shift. Then they step out.
Rogues. Blood clan.
My heart pounds against my ribs like it’s trying to claw its way out. My palms are clammy, the fear creeping up my spine like fingers of frost.
“What do you want?” I snarl, even though my voice trembles at the end.
One of them—tall, broad, with yellow teeth and wild eyes—throws his head back and laughs.
“You’re the omega, aren’t you?” he says, voice gravelly and cruel. “You’ll fetch a pretty penny when we drag you back to that fancy Moonborn pack.”
The others cheer. Loud, howling, mocking. It’s like a game to them. Like we’re prey caught in a snare.
My jaw tightens. “So that’s what you were doing when you killed that little girl’s parents?” I demand, voice shaking with rage.
He pauses, eyes glea
