Harper’s POV
I’m pulled from the darkness by snarls and screams. The echo around me, making my head throb with how loud they are, and my first thought is that rogues are attacking. I try to push myself up, but the pain in the back of my head and in my shoulder makes me fall to the concrete again.
Concrete. Not grass.
So, I’m not in the pack territory.
I look around to find myself in what seems like a back alley. A white van is rumbling behind me, ready to drive away. The sounds of scuffles, growls, and shouts come from somewhere, but I can’t find where it’s coming from.
Then, everything comes crashing back.
Becky, the phone call, the pain in the back of my head.
She knocked me out.
“Run!” Becky shouts and I watch helplessly as she runs past me. Another person—a man—follows c
