Mia watched helplessly as her Clan went down. They weren’t expecting this, even though they should have since Isaiah knew she was kidnapped. Watching the soldiers kick and punch each of the wolves, she cried out.
“Don’t worry Mia, you did well,” Mark said smacking her. He picked her up by the hair, dragging her back down the stairs. He tossed her in the cage-like she was a doll.
She laid there, Mark and his men brought down the four other werewolves, chaining them to the wall near her. Tears formed in her eyes, she couldn’t believe this was happening.
Hours went by, she was finally able to move. She crawled over to the bars, Isaiah looked at her, he was sad.
“I’m sorry,” Mia whispered.
“It
