Being shoved to the cells by guards you had always thought were your friends was a bitter experience. Especially when they locked the door under the watchful gaze of your own Alpha.

“What the hell is going on?” Amely demanded, tapping her foot on the floor.

I lifted the set of clothes they had thrown for me in my feet and started putting them on. My eyes spun to Onyx for a moment. She was doing the same as me.

“I... I don't know, Alpha,” I rasped, not really lying. I had no idea why these wolves wanted my mate so much and what her deal with them was.

“Right...