Aria's POV
Garrick's answer came in barely more than a whisper. "We were all living sacrifices."
The words landed like stones.
"They believed the altar demanded werewolf blood." Another rogue swallowed hard. "Not ordinary deaths. They wanted fear, pain, and despair. The stronger the wolf, the stronger the sacrifice."
Lydia snarled so violently my claws threatened to emerge. I'll tear every one of the perpetrators of this barbaric act apart when we finally get hold of them.
You might get your chance.
I looked back at Garrick. "If they captured you all, I am guessing you escaped."
His expression twisted painfully. "Yes, we did, but that was not because we won." His gaze drifted toward the floor. "The ritual we were supposed to be used for failed."
I frowned. "Failed?"
He nodded. "So
