Alpha Nox
I hissed, “Listen to me. I’ve memorized every face at that camp, and I don’t recognize a single one of them. They didn’t come from the Lycan camp.”
Nox’s lashes were like ink against his quickly paling skin. “Where else would they have come from?”
“I don’t know.” I whispered, a knot of anxiety growing in my throat. “I don’t fucking know.”
The Whisperer cursed loudly, and I jumped. His silver eyes were bright with anger, pasted somewhere above our heads. “Three seconds, Lilac. Don’t run, you’ll get caught. Time to let the cat out of the bag, yeah?”