Chapter 8

EMILIA POV

The soldier that had been yelling at me for the laundry launched himself into one of the rooms, returning with weapons and running down the hallway and out of the house.

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell if I was expected to join in on the fight as I watched soldiers running from one room to another and down the hallway, and I was too scared to ask them as they all looked ready to kill anyone or anything that stood in their way.

“Hey, what’s…what’s happening?” I stuttered as I got out of the house and met one of the Omegas wiping a knife with a piece of cloth.

“A rogue attack. We haven’t had one of those in a long time. I wonder why they’re here,” she mumbled, seeming more concentrated on the knife she was wiping clean.

“And us? Are we supposed to join the fight?” I questioned, wondering if the knife was hers and she was preparing for the battle.

Her eyes shot up so that she could examine me for a moment. Then, she stood up with a sigh as a soldier rushed out of the