Freya's POV
With a terrified gaze, the renegade inmates were restrained in the middle of the camp. Knowing that their secrets could hold the secret to everything made my heart ache as I stood before them.
"Talk," I said, my voice firm despite my heart palpitations. "Why were you after me?"
"You don't know, do you?" snarled one rogue, a tall guy with black, matted hair. "The new alpha's plans are already in motion. He's coming for you, for your bloodline. You're the key to everything."
I tried to remain composed by clenching my hands. "Who is this new alpha? What does he want with me?"
The outlaw flashed his fangs in a smile. "He wants to use you. Your bloodline has the power to unite or destroy the packs. He plans to control it."
A chilly chill went through my body. My ancestry? What about my family was so unique that it may alter the pack's destiny?
