“Where are we going?” Astrid asks the guard who remains silent, tugging the chain binding her hands. Her ribs ache from the cold floor she has been sleeping on and her stomach hurts from its emptiness.
She struggles to keep up with the guard who doesn't glance at her.
A wry smile faintly stretches her face as a thought comes to mind. Is it time? Has Zane finally decided to do away with her? She struggles to place one feet after the other and she realizes the thought of dying doesn't scare her.
But you will leave our boys behind, her wolf says to her.
Then her mind goes blank and sudden guilt pricks her. She is being selfish, how can she think about welcoming the cold hands of death when her boys are out there? She inhales sharply as her ribs quake.
Those boys are the only thing that
