(Jordyn's POV)
The cell floor was cold, but I'd already adapted to it. I didn't know how long I'd been down here. I was just surprised Ronald hadn't killed me yet. He was obsessed with finding Tyra. And I've never been so glad he's failing miserably.
But part of me couldn't stop worrying. Had she survived? If she had, I only hoped she was somewhere Ronald would never find her.
I couldn't stand by and let Ronald destroy another life the way he'd destroyed mine. For years, I'd lived with that nightmare. Each time I closed my eyes, I'd see his face, feel his weight over me as he pinned my hand down. Those amber eyes held no fear or remorse.
As if that wasn't enough, he killed my family, seized my pack's territory, and drove countless families from their homes. I survived, thanks to Odess
