Dahlia's POV
Nate's hand on my waist was the only thing keeping me upright as the lab doors swung shut, locking us in with the three High Elders and a woman whose screams were loud enough to wake the dead.
The mask lay on the floor between us. My face felt cold and exposed. After years of being 'Dr. Willow,' being Dahlia again felt like having my skin peeled back.
"I knew there was something pretentious about you, Dahlia. Fooling us all along to think you're some renowned healer." Gina sneered.
"I am a healer," I shot back.
"Arrest her!" Gina's voice hit a glass-shattering pitch. She was vibrating with a mix of terror and triumph. "She's a fugitive! She's been in the Alpha's house, touching our food, treating our Elder, who knows what she's planted? She's a traitor!"
Elder Silas, the oldest of the three, stepped forward. His grey eyes were hard as flint. He looked at me, then at the scar on my temple. "Dahlia? The omega who fled after the Alpha made his choice?"
