The Alpha's Forbidden Omega
Ronan's right behind me, already shifting into something faster, harder, both of us tearing across the last stretch of grass toward the staff block where a small crowd's already gathering outside one of the doors, watching, not one of them moving to help.
The door's been kicked in. Wood splintered around the frame, hanging crooked on one hinge, and through the gap I can see Briar on the floor, blood on her mouth, scrambling backward against the wall, and standing over her, two men I recognize from the ranked patrol families, one of them with his fist still raised.
There's no sign of Wren anywhere in the room.
"Where is she?” My voice comes out low and wrong, barely recognizable even to mysel