Rebecca
"… according to pack rules?"
A male voice, unfamiliar yet sharp, broke through my foggy consciousness as I stirred. My eyelids fluttered open—or tried to. Everything was pitch black.
No, not black. Blindfolded.
Where was I? What had happened? My stomach churned as I recalled the food they'd given me.
"Yes, follow them to a T. Do not bend any of them until we get to the bottom of this, okay?"
Megan. That was her voice. But why was she here? What were they talking about?
Pack rules?
"Roger that, princess." The male voice responded, the mocking lilt in his tone unmistakable.
Crunch. Leaves underfoot. Someone was leaving. The sound grew fainter, swallowed by the heavy silence, until it was completely gone.
A gust of wind rushed past, carrying the damp, earthy scent of wet soi
