The laugh froze me.
It wasn't the Alpha's. His laughter was low, smooth, and cruel this one was thinner, sharper, a sound that scraped the air and sent a shiver crawling up my spine. I turned slowly, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. A figure stood just beyond the line of moonlight.
At first, I couldn't make out the details only the outline of a tall man, his shoulders broad, his face shadowed by the trees. The forest around us was silent again, so silent that I could hear my own breathing. Then he stepped forward.
"Who's there?" I managed to whisper, though my voice barely sounded like mine.
The man came into view one of the guards. I recognized him from the packhouse gate: dark hair, stern face, the leather armband marking his rank. His eyes glinted pale silver under the moon.
"What are you doing out here, Omega?" he asked quietly. His tone wasn't harsh, but it wasn't kind either. It was the kind of voice that expected obedience.
