Fiona's POV
The rogue followed behind me, his steps hesitant but quick enough to match my stride. My heart thundered in my chest, a mix of fear and fury swirling inside me. Sabrina. Just the thought of her name sent a jolt of anger through me. I'd faced her once before, and it had cost the pack dearly. This time, I would not let her catch us off guard.
Snow's growl rumbled in my mind. "He smells of fear, but he's not lying. He's too terrified to lie."
I glanced back at the rogue, his eyes darting nervously around the dark forest. His clothes hung loosely on his thin frame, and his breathing was shallow. "What's your name?" I asked, breaking the tense silence.
"Liam," he replied, his voice hoarse. "I—uh—I was with the Blood Wolves for a few months. I didn't have a choice."
I stopped abruptly and turned to face him. "What do you mean you didn't have a choice?"
