Jax’s POV
I watched silently from the corner as the girl reached for the food. The room was dark; only the dim light of the bedside lamp illuminated her pale face and messy, dirty blonde hair.
When she reached for the fork, her hand shook so violently that the silverware clinked loudly against the porcelain plate. She tried to lift a bite of meat, but her wrist, rubbed raw and bloody by the chains in the cellar, simply gave out. The fork slipped from her fingers and fell back onto the tray.
Freya hissed quietly in frustration. She closed her eyes and tried to draw strength from nothing.
My chest tightened. My inner wolf anxiously scratched at the walls of my mind and snarled at me in anger. Help her! Feed our mate! the beast roared. Every instinct that drives an Alpha to protect his pa
