***Crystal’s POV***
The door shut with a finality that made her wolf bristle. Crystal stood in the middle of the cold, barren room, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Quarters. That’s what he’d called it. Not a room, not a place of belonging—quarters.
Her wolf growled low, pacing inside her mind. Cage.
Crystal dragged her fingers over the iron latch, testing it. Locked from the outside. Of course.
The anger came sharp and hot, but underneath it was something she couldn’t shake: the way Dustin had looked at her. That flicker of something raw before he hid it behind stone. She’d felt the bond flare, undeniable, a tether stretching between them.
And yet he’d locked her away.
Crystal sat on the edge of the narrow bed, staring at the bare wall, and made herself a promise.
If Dustin tho
