Clara

“I’m sure Alpha Viktor has an idea of why I’m here,” I say, reminding him of what I know he felt at the border. There’s an elephant in the room that we both know of and I feel instant satisfaction as his face tenses.

His brows furrow as he stares at me, questions flicker in his eyes. The other two turn and stare at him, and I watch as he leans back in his seat.

“Why don’t you start by telling us about your vision,” he says, avoiding talking about what happened at the ...