I was thrown into a small room with dim lighting. The only furniture was a bed and a shelf with some clothes. At least it was better than a cell. But still, was death better than being a slave?
"Elijah won't just sit back, Deli," Lona's voice echoed again. "He'll find a way to get you out."
I sat on the edge of the bed, and all the tears I'd been holding back poured out. It hurt so much to be separated from Elijah, especially when I knew he was my mate. Why were we meant to be one when things forced us apart?
"Why are you coming to me now, Lona? Where have you been all this time?" I asked.
If Lona had come earlier, back when I first shifted, this couldn't have happened. Perhaps I would have become Luna for Jeremy and wouldn't be living this nightmare now.
"I came when I was meant to.
