***Zabella’s POV***
I woke up tied to a chair surrounded by wolves in military clothes. A decorated officer pulled a chair up to me and dismissed everyone else as he sat down, a creepy smile on his face. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the youngest Dunbrock.”
“Let me go and my brother won’t kill you.” I glared back at him.
“No. But your mother will pay your ransom.” He grinned at me until I started laughing at him maniacally. “What’s so funny?”
“You.” I answered indignantly. “The fact you think my mother gives a single s**t about me, let alone enough to pay a ransom. You clearly know nothing of our family, and if you wanted a ransom, you kidnapped the wrong kid.” I continued to laugh, but he backhanded me across the face.
“Still think it’s funny?” He snarked.
“No, I think it’s hilari
