ALLE
The battle drags through the night like it's trying to torture me specifically.
They shove us into the main building—me and everyone else deemed too weak or precious to be useful in a fight. Old wolves, pregnant women, kids with eyes that are too f*****g wide and scared. We're packed into this massive common room on the second floor with reinforced walls and guards at every door.
Safe. Protected. f*****g useless.
I've paced the length of this room so many times I've memorized every scratch on the floorboards. My bare feet are silent against the wood—I ditched those torture device heels hours ago, though I'm still stuck in this ridiculous white dress because apparently no one thought to bring me real clothes.
The mate bond screams at me.
It's not subtle. It's not gentle. It's lik
