Joanne’s POV
“Christa…” I whispered, shocked to see one of the only ones from the Long Lake Pack who was semi-kind to me.
For a heartbeat, I thought my eyes deceived me. She looked smaller now, shoulders drawn in, her blond hair matted and cropped unevenly, her face pale and sharp. But it was her… the warrior who had once pulled out of the mud and saved me from a beating when nobody else cared if I lived or died.
Now she stood shackled amongst prisoners.
She must have been caught by Alpha Anthony and turned into some kind of slave. It was clear from the bruising and scarring along her arms and legs that she had been punished prior to arriving at this palace.
“We need to kill them,” James muttered, his eyes narrowed as he assessed each prisoner. “By law, your father would want them
