But Harper just cries harder, her face buried in her hands.
“Please,” I try one more time, staring at Daciana. “Someone help me!”
My friend finally looks up, and the sadness in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. She knew. She knew this was coming, but she couldn’t stop it.
The guards march me through the pack hall, past the staring faces of pack members who are clearly enjoying the show. Outside, the evening air feels too thin, like I can’t get enough oxygen into my lungs.
At my cottage, Henrik shoves me roughly inside. “Don’t even think about running,” he warns. “We’ll be right outside all night.”
The door slams shut, and I hear them taking their positions on either side of it.
I stand in my living room, swaying slightly, my mind struggling to process what just happened. L
