"Is it one of us?" There was a hint of uncertainty and wariness in Emily's tone. Slowly, she approached the window and glanced downward, her heart pounding at the scene below.
Everyone outside the house was dressed in a uniform of black, as pure as ink, seemingly blending into the darkness of the night. The tight clothing hugged their bodies, accentuating their muscular physiques and readiness for battle. Protective masks covered their faces, revealing only a pair of eyes that glowed with a mysterious light.
Emily's eyes filled with bewilderment. She couldn't have been more certain that the men were not part of their pack. The members of their pack had a distinctive aura and character, and these people exuded a strange, battle-worn scent. They were the Alpha Warriors.
Alpha Warriors didn't generally break into other people's packs at will, as they were directly managed by the military and royalty. So, was Dyson sending them?