WREN'S POV
I woke up to a very sharp pain ringing at the side of my head. The world around me was a haze of shadows and pain. It took me a while to come to full consciousness of my surroundings. My wrists were bound tightly, and the rough wood of the chair scraped against my skin. I could hear my stepmother's voice. No not again, I can’t be in her devilish cage again.
“This is where you belong, Wren,” she mocked. “Broken, silent, and forgotten. My mind flashed back to my days of torture and torment.
I wanted to fight back, to scream, but my voice had always been my enemy, a cruel reminder of my curse and predestined doom. My body ached, I was tired, I just wanted to breathe my last.
But then, the bond I felt with Hunter pulsed faintly, for some reason,I could feel him, I could sense he
