The corridors of the pack house were silent, unnervingly so. I pressed my back against the wall, every muscle in my body stiff, every breath shallow, like even the sound of my lungs would betray me. The moonlight slipping in through the tall windows was pale and cold, washing everything in silver, but it wasn't enough to light my way. The Alpha's quarters lay deeper inside, past winding hallways and guarded doors.
I shouldn't have been here. I knew that. I should have been in the omegas' quarters, pretending to sleep, clutching my blanket like it was a shield against the nightmares. But the thought of Rose sweet, quiet Rose alone with him gnawed at me. I had seen the way she trembled when Elizabeth called her name, the way her lips had parted but no words came, like her voice had been stolen. And I had done nothing. I had just watched her go.
