Beneath the Alpha's Moon

Liam’s P.O.V.

"You’ll find out soon enough."

I barely had a moment to react before something unseen grabbed me and slammed me against the cold, hard wall. Pain exploded across my back like a thunderclap, rattling my bones. My vision blackened at the edges, stars bursting in my line of sight. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, leaving me gasping.

I slid down, my hands weakly scraping against the smooth stone floor as I tried to get up. My arms trembled, but I forced myself to my feet, swallowing the bile that threatened to rise. My chest heaved with each breath.

"What is this place?" My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

The three women stood before me, their black veils concealing their faces, their eerie presence making the air feel heavier, suffocating.

"You have been given to us as a sacrifice," one of them said, her voice like silk wrapped around steel.

Sacrifice?

The second woman tilted her head, her movements unnervingly slow. "The one you call Eldur has marked you."

Eldur.

And Mr. Dawson.