Elara's POV
There had been a man and even though I couldn't remember his face, I could feel the memory in my head, just out of reach.
He had stood outside my cell. I knew that much.
"You're a mistake, Anchor. You make Lucian soft and mortal. Do you know what that makes you?"
I had swallowed, my throat dry. "Human?"
"A liability. And for the sake of the pack, you have to be erased."
And after that, he had gone.
"Hey."
The voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I turned my head slightly. A guard stood just outside the bars, younger than the others. Something about the way he held himself felt off, like he didn't quite belong.
I closed my eyes instinctively, bracing for the familiar sting of the needle.
"I can't do this anymore," he whispered. "My mate was human. I can't keep pretending this is normal."
My eyes opened again. I stared at him, searching for the cruelty I had learned to expect. "What?"
"I'm getting you out," he said quickly, glancing behind him.
