Next came Ayla, her skin looking pale and her wrists showing faint bruises. A guard grabbed her roughly under the arms, hoisting her up like she was dead weight, and tossed her into the back of the SUV without a second thought.
The youngest girl, who didn't look much older than a toddler, was handled like a precious doll. But that was just because they wanted her unharmed; she was way too valuable for that. Two men carefully put her into the vehicle, making sure her small legs were tucked beneath her before slamming the door shut.
Selina walked up to the lead SUV, taking a quick look at the sunrise spilling over the treetops. "Get them to Base 9," she ordered, her tone firm. "No stops. No talking."
Alpha pulled out his phone and made a quick call. When it connected, he said coldly, "They've landed. Time to get the final preps going."
