(Sanya's POV)
Armed troops storm in.
They scatter through the entrance hall, filling the space with uniforms and weapons and commanding presence. The atmosphere goes thick with tension.
"Law Enforcement?" Tyron sets me down. "What are the Law Enforcement doing in my pack?"
The troop leader—a tall man with gray eyes—steps forward and holds up a badge.
"Alpha Tyron Stone, I'm Captain Harris. These men you're entertaining have been identified as spies. By the order of the Council of Alphas, we're here to arrest them on charges of stealing intelligence and spreading illegal substances."
As if a trigger, at those words, finally—finally—the compulsion releases.
I sag in Tyron's arms, gasping.
He holds me as if I'm something fragile, and dangerous at the same time.
A brave servant speaks
