We arrived at the packhouse but were immediately attacked by the warriors.

The car was surrounded, each one of them holding a weapon pointed directly at us.

It was safer to remain inside than step out and get slaughtered.

We waited, tense and silent, while they went to get their Alpha.

I didn’t trust any of them, not even a little.

And if there was an attack, we would have to escape quickly, with no guarantee we’d make it out.

“Luna, we have to leave,” the warrior beside me whispered ...