Chapter 40: The Trophy Room
The convoy drove for hours into the heart of the mountains. The road turned from asphalt to dirt and finally to ice.
I sat in the back of the SUV with my hands bound in my lap. The silver collar around my neck felt heavy. It was a constant physical reminder of my submission. It hummed with a low vibration that made my skin crawl and kept my wolf locked deep inside my subconscious.
We stopped.
The driver killed the engine. The silence of the high altitude pressed in on the windows.
Garrett opened the door. A blast of freezing wind hit me.
"Get out," Garrett ordered.
I climbed out. My legs were stiff and numb.
We were in a fortress carved directly into the granite face of a cliff. It was not a high-tech facility. It was a brutalist structure of concrete an
