“How could you?”
The words were so soft, almost nonexistent.
“How could you?”
A feminine voice. Agonized. Heartbroken.
“How could you?”
I followed the sound, drawn to it, needing to know more.
“How could you?”
A soft cry followed, the delirious tone breaking on a scream.
I ran toward her, all the way down the hall, and found Savannah at the end, strapped to a table as a machine pumped something into her veins.What the fuck?I thought, looking around, confused by the scene unfolding before me.I have to help her!
She continued to mumble those three words, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she trembled violently.
What’s happening?Alaric demanded.
I tried to tell him, my thoughts coming in rapid succession, the words flying through my mind in uncharacteristic chaos. But I felt the silver in the air. The wrongness. The pain!
“Savannah,” I whispered, trying to figure out where to begin in helping her escape. The clamps were solid silver without a key in sight.
“Looking for these?” a deep voice drawled from behind me.
I swung around, my body perking up for a fight.
Only to be slammed in the face with a boulder-sized fist.Fuck!Stars blinded my vision, setting me back a few paces. Then another hit to my stomach sent me to my knees.
Makayla!Alaric roared in my head.
But I was too dizzy to reply.
The world faded.
Blinked in and out.
Then the familiar burn of silver pierced my senses, and suddenly, I jolted back to life on a chair. I had no recollection of how I’d landed in one, or who had put me there, but my ankles and wrists were bound in a similar way to Savannah’s.
And when I looked up, it was into a pair of muddy brown eyes set in a mutilated face that would haunt my nightmares for years to come.
“Hello, Makayla,” he greeted, his voice underlined with an eagerness that made my blood run cold. “Welcome to hell.”
Makayla
What’s happening?Alaric demanded.
I was caught,I muttered, stating the obvious. Then I gave him a brief rundown of events as my mind began to clear, followed by a quick description of the disfigured guy in front of me.
Brown and gray hair, kind of like the wolf from earlier. But his nose is more than bent. His face is downright grotesque.Did Alpha Landon say if Robert is disfigured?
Yeah, he mentioned a broken nose, but nothing about other disfigurements. Are you okay?
Been better,I answered honestly.Pretty sure they set me up to fail. Like a trap.It was the only reason I could give for why they’d let me wander around before stopping me.
Or maybe I’d actually escaped. Temporarily.
