Isabella P.O.V
“Bella.” A voice shifted me from my slumber. I startled awake, quickly scanning my surroundings. Where am I? I thought.
“Sierra?” I asked but she was silent. I could barely feel her. It was as if she was there but very far away.
I was in a bedroom, lay in a bed. I sat up, noticing the room was surprisingly nice. I could feel tension in my wrists and ankles. I looked down at my wrists, they had been bound by rope. The rope was tethered from my wrists to my ankles and my ankles were tethered to the bed. I looked down at myself noticing I had shifted and that I was human and I was, dressed? How was I dressed in a white dress? I sucked in a deep breath not allowing myself to panic before the voice came again.
“It’s just a precaution, Bella.” I jumped slightly, stiffening
