Jessica's POV
The room explodes with noise—fists hitting flesh, wolves snarling, wood splintering. My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. I can't tell what's happening. Shadows are fighting shadows in the darkness, and all I can think is they're here. Help is here.
"Sebastian!" I scream it with everything I have. "I'm here!"
A hard slap whips my head to the side. My cheek burns with hot, stinging pain. Tears instantly fill my eyes.
One of the masked guards stands over me, his hand still raised. "Shut your mouth," he hisses. "One more word and I'll snap your pretty little neck."
The threat hits me like ice water. I freeze, breathing hard and fast. Why me? The thought pounds in my head, frantic and angry. Why use me? If this is about some pack revenge, why not just fig
