When I opened my eyes again, Jimuel was staring at the bruises on my skin as if he regretted beating me. He looked as if he felt pity toward me, but then, I shouldn’t forget how much hatred he had for werewolves like Luke and me.
Then, he chained my hands and feet with silver to immobilize me, and then he helped me up carried me outside the cage, and brought me to his car. As I didn’t make a sound, he probably assumed I was unconscious or sleeping.
Then, he sped off toward a huge house that almost looked identical to Luke’s mansion. While driving, he called someone and asked if everything was clean and nobody knew he had taken me.
Initially, I believed he was taking me to a place owned by his Dad but then I heard his conversation with someone else. It was his house and not his Dad’s pla
