Elma POV
I stared blankly at the silver blade pressed against my throat.
I expected to feel terror. I expected my wolf to thrash, for my heart to beat fast, or for some survival instinct to kick in. But there was nothing.
I was just so incredibly tired.
Lady Anna’s eyes narrowed. She didn't like my silence.
She pressed the hilt harder. The razor-sharp edge broke my skin. A warm bead of blood welled up, trickling a slowly down the column of my neck.
"I am so tempted to just see how much of this you have in you, piggy," Anna whispered, her gaze dropping to the trail staining the collar of my torn dress.
"Go on, then."
"Carve me up. Let’s see how your precious Alpha reacts when he finds his prisoner bleeding."
Anna’s jaw clenched. She pulled the silver away, wiping the tip of the
