Esme couldn't believe it. Since her escape at the age of eighteen she had been on the run for more than two and a half years. Not once during that time had the trackers actually managed to catch her. She was so angry at herself she could feel her rage boiling every time she drifted in and out of consciousness. She could feel she was in a moving vehicle. Though they had blindfolded she could sense wolf energy clearly. Six guards for transport. Typical. Drugged as she was she was no match for them. She would have to bide her time and look for an opportunity to escape.
The next time she came to she was tied sitting up. She felt the cold metal of the chair against her skin. Her senses were slowly coming back to her. Although her eyes were still covered she tried to take stock of the room arou
