Sandra’s POV.
“Help me relay the message to everyone else, please,” I said into the phone.
The speaker on the other side thanked me and then I hung up.
I dragged in a deep breath and then lowered the phone.
As my phone clattered onto the countertop, I felt a surge of frustration ripple through me.
Hanging up on the call with the alpha's mansion was like cutting off a lifeline, but I couldn't ignore the desperate plea in my mother's voice.
"Why don't you want to go, Sandra?" My mother's concerned eyes bore into mine, searching for answers that I couldn't give her.
What did she mean? Why couldn't I go? Was she expecting me to leave her and go to a man's home?
After the beating she had just received?
No!
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself and coordinate my words so the
