Erin’s POV
My legs struggle to keep pace with the guards. I’m speed walking in a daze. The huge black Alpha has chosen me, and I have no idea which Alpha it is. What happens now?
The pace proves to be too quick for me and I veer into one of the guards, trip and fall forward. The guards make no effort to break my fall, they let go of the handcuffs and I face plant the floor with a grunt of pain. That’s going to leave a bruise.
They drag me to my feet, despite my protest and continue escorting me back to the prison, where I’m thrown into the cell. We each have a cell of our own now that there are only 12 of us. A small cot and blanket have been added. It’s much less crowded.
I find I crave company. Becky is in the cell beside me. I drag the thin mattress and blanket to the other side
