ISABEL'S POV.
I woke up to the slow, sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. My head throbbed very badly, reminding me of my predicament, even before I was fully concious. The air was damp and heavy, reeking of earth and something metallic—blood, maybe. I blinked, my vision blurring as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.
It wasn’t the pack house. It wasn't the safe house either. I was in a cold, almost completely dark room, with the only scource of light being a single bulb dangling overhead. My hands were bound behind me, the rough texture of the rope biting into my wrists, causing me to wince and shift uncomfortably in pain. Panic came over me as the events leading to this moment rushed back into my head like a flood.
Rocky.
I can't believe this. He actually betrayed me
