Eliana POV

"Killed my pack? Ordered?" There are too many questions to ask and I'm not sure how long they'll keep answering.

Why are they answering to begin with? They hate giving me what I want.

I'm fine with it, actually.

"We were ordered to kill the Royals and attack your boyfriend's pack. They'll be here soon so you can just ask them why, cause we don't know. We're just their dogs."  Liam frowns. I nearly roll my eyes.

Good. I hope someone is treating these mutts like trash. They seem to love doing it to someone else.

"So who are you?" I tense. Wait-

They aren't related to me....