Meredith.
The low echoes of whispers were still crawling across the warehouse walls when, from somewhere near the centre, a young man stepped out. His voice was tight at first, then steadier as he faced Draven.
"Alpha… what if we use one of us as bait?" he suggested. "Let them take me. We can track where they're taking us, find out what the humans are doing to our people."
My breath caught. Around me, I felt the ripple of unease—the idea was reckless, terrifying, yet strangely brave.
Draven's gaze landed on him, dark and unblinking. For a few heavy seconds, he didn't speak. The air between them felt like it could snap.
"No," Draven said at last, voice low but firm enough to cut through the crowd.
The young man's throat bobbed, but he didn't back down.
Draven's tone hardened. "I will not sacrifice anyone unless we have no choice. The situation hasn't called for it—yet."
