VIOLET’S POV

“Look, we don’t mean any harm, okay? We just want to talk,” the one with the silver hair spoke, making my eyes trail to him.

My chest was pounding like a deer in front of headlights. My palms were sweaty too, making me clench and unclench them in order to get them dry.

Think Vi, what do you do?

My heart continued to pound in my chest. “You’re making us look bad, Vi. Won’t you say anything to our mates?” Aria rang in my head, emphasizing the last word.

“What do you want with me?” I questioned, not caring that it sounded off.

One of them chuckled, the...