Amara’s POV
Three days - since I returned to Shadow Pack, three days - since Caspian locked me in this room. Three days without food, without water.
It stopped mattering to me hours ago. I was tired of thinking. Caspian would come eventually, as he always did. Men like him could be cruel for so long, convincing themselves that their punishments were just. But there would come a time when he would stop hurting me, and he would want to see what he had done. I would have to make sure that he saw what he wanted to see. That I was broken in the way he wanted me to be. That I knew my place.
I leaned against the cold wall and closed my eyes. The room was too quiet. It was the voices that made me angry, those nasty little reminders that I was far from being broken.
Get up.
I opened my eyes. A
