Soraya's POV
Earlier…
Cold air touched my skin before the pain did.
My eyes flew open, and darkness swallowed me whole.
A chair.
Ropes digging into my wrists.
My ankles tied so tight they'd already gone numb.
And the scent—
Wolves.
All of them.
I lifted my head slowly.
Men in black moved around the room—silent, disciplined, dangerous. Their scents were sharp and feral. Rogues. But not the reckless kind… these ones took orders.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I tried the ropes again, twisting, pulling, forcing my wrists to slip free, but the more I fought, the tighter they burned into my skin.
And then a face flashed in my mind.
Thorne.
My chest caved in.
"No…" I whispered. "No, no. Thorne would never—he wouldn't do this."
I didn't believe it.
But I was sure I saw him and he sedated me.
I pulled harder, fury rising. "HEY!" I screamed at the nearest guard. "You—come here. Untie me. RIGHT NOW."
None of them moved.
They didn't even look at me.
