Aliona stood beneath the helicopter lights with her wrists restrained behind her back while the remaining mercenaries knelt nearby. The confidence she carried earlier had completely disappeared. Fear rolled off her scent heavily enough for every wolf present to notice.
Her eyes kept moving between Richard, Arthur, and me.
Confusion.
Shock.
Terror.
She could not understand how two powerful Alphas had appeared in this foreign territory at the exact moment I needed them. She also could not understand how they tracked me so quickly after I escaped into the forest bleeding.
Arthur noticed the panic in her eyes and laughed softly. His gray trench coat shifted beneath the cold wind while he stared at her lazily. Even standing in the middle of blood and chaos, he still carried the elegance of ancient noble bloodlines.
"Elliot," he mocked while glancing at me, "how did you let someone this insignificant trap you?"
