Betty's POV. 

I felt Claire's hand grip my arm, her nails digging in slightly. 

Around us, our own guards shifted restlessly, hands moving to weapons they couldn't use, not without risking the captives' lives.

"Nobody moves," Damien ordered quietly, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority despite its low volume.

The rogue holding the sword was a tall man with scars crossing his face as a map of violence smiled. It was the kind of smile that made my skin crawl.

"Alpha Damien!" ...