Dreamland

***Amira's POV

Flowers. Millions and millions of flowers. It's the first thing I see when I sit up. I'm dead. The asshole actually killed me. Of course he did. Why wouldn't he kill the only person who holds a legitimate claim to Blue Moon's leadership?

If this is the afterlife, where is my father? My mother? Anyone to lead me where I need to go? I stand, looking around. Nothing. Only flowers. No trees, no people. Only flowers. This is a shitty afterlife.

What did I do to deserve a bad afterlife? I never hurt anyone. Well, except Kosta. I'd hurt him. But he killed me, so that makes us pretty even, in my opinion. "This is bullshit." I growl.

"Language, child." A female voice says as the wind blows lightly.

I spin around, but there's no one in any direction. "Who was that?"

"You should wake up now, Amira."

"Wake up? I am dead, lady!" I yell into the sky. "Are you my guide or whatever to help me cross over? Cause I gotta say it has been a crappy experience so far."

A light chuckle comes from somewhere in the wind before it picks up. I yelp as it feels like the wind gains hands throwing me. The last thing I remember is the wind beating against me as I struggle.

"Calm down." A light growls comes from my right as I shoot up screaming. I close my mouth, looking at the source of the voice. A light haired man stands beside my bed. The one I stabbed. Before Kosta caught up to me. I lay back on the bed, looking around. We're in what seems to be a doctors exam room except the bed isn't like what we had. This one is softer. There's only one door, directly in front of the bed I lay on. The chair light haired man is now sitting in, and this bed are the only things in the room. Guess he doesn't want to stabbed again.

I laugh in my head. The small action reminds me I'm alone. Truly, completely alone. An alpha without a pack.

"Where am I?" I ask, looking at the man.

"Rogue Pack."

I snort. "That's an oxymoron."

He narrows his eyes at me. "I guess Alpha could claim Blue Moon Pack."

It's my turn to give him an evil glance. "Fuck off. These aren't Blue Moon's rooms. So we are where ever y'all have been holed up thirty years."

The man opens his mouth but doesn't get a chance to say anything as the door opens.

"Alpha." The man stands, bowing his head.

I roll my eyes turning to him. Iyla stands behind him looking terrified. "Iyla. Are you hurt?" I ask, sitting up. I'm thankful for the fast healing my shifter genes provided while I was in fucked up dreamland.

"She's fine." Kosta steps to the side, motioning for Iyla to enter. Iyla hesitates for a split second before rushing to my bed.

"I thought you were dead." I grab her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Me? Girl, you shot a fucking arrow at an Alpha!" She yells, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me away. She looks me up and down, examining me for marks she won't find. "Everyone submitted except you, Mir. We all hear the command before you broke the connection." She glances behind her.

Only a dark haired man stands there now. Kosta left at some point. I guess he's got better things to do. I don't know what it hurts to think about.

"They were right next to us and we never knew." She whispers.

"How many are alive?" I may know how many were alive but that doesn't mean some haven't died since.

"Over three hundred of us. There's only fourty betas left." She says, anger filling her voice. "We had two hundred fighters."

"We had arrogance. We had privilege in thinking we couldn't be touched."

Light haired guy chuckles.

"We will be okay, Iyla." I promise her, ignoring him and the nagging feeling I'm lying to my best friend.