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Omen snorts. “You’re just lazy.”

Conrad is the massive guy with red hair, I can tell by the voice. I peek around Omen to see he’s with Valor in the middle of the basketball court.

The sound of fists and kicks landing fills the air, along with a lot of growling and snarling, but they move too fast to tell much outside of noting there are a lot of alphas attacking mine.

I can’t even decide who’s winning.

“I’m serious, Omen. He’s lost to the fog.” Conrad spins around, slamming his elbow into one of the guys I don’t recognize.

The man goes flying, and my eyes widen.

Jesus.

I don’t ever want to be on the landing side of one of his fists.

Omen leans to the side, blocking my view, but he also teases his thumb over my palm. “You don’t need to see this.”

“You need to stop him if there’s a chance he could kill someone,” I say, stretching to the other side.

Only, my eyes catch on two ghosts from the past I never thought I’d see again, and Shaw’s eyes meet mine at the exact same moment. Masks cover the bottom halves of their faces, but I’d recognize them anywhere.

Oh, fuck.

“Oh my god,” I hear myself whisper as my heart tries to take flight right out of my chest.

Omen spins around, studying my face. “Darling, what’s the matter?”

“He did it…” I whisper, trying to form a coherent sentence without alerting anyone nearby that one of the guards notified my family. “He told them.” My hand raises, and I point at the wall where Shaw and Leo stand with several other alphas. “I know them. They’re my old team.”

Omen’s eyes widen, and he spins around as Leo and Shaw jog our way.

“They’re here for me.”

ChapterTwenty-Two

Shaw

This place is worse than I thought it would be, and I fully expected it to be akin to hell on earth.

“Bloody fucking great timing, that is,” the man with white hair says, grimacing as he spots Leo and me.

The urge to rip his head from his shoulders is strong. After all, he spent what felt like hours this morning taunting us as he fucked Saylor in front of the glass separating our cells.

I spent a while wondering if she put him up to it to punish us for disappearing when she went into heat all those years ago. Seeing her eyes widen and her lips form an O assures me she had no idea that we made it into the facility.

The man turns to Saylor once more, and she wraps her arms around his lower back. They look way too comfortable for the amount of time they’ve known each other.

An obnoxiously loud buzzer rings through the air as lights flash around the court.

The guards are essentially useless in this place.

They don’t even roam the block.

Oh, they supervise all right.

They just do it from above, staying on the metal platform that weaves through the block. They watch and occasionally bark orders, but outside of when they dropped us into our room, they keep themselves at a safe distance.

And seeing the carnage that occurs when an alpha goes rabid, I’m not sure I blame them… The majority of these assholes should have been put down long ago.

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