Elena's POV
The rogue behind me stepped into view, a cruel smirk plastered on his face.
"Save your energy," he sneered. "You aren't fighting your way out of this. Once I drop you off at the Moonfall Pit, you'll be played with until you're dead. No one is coming for you."
The Moonfall Pit. It was the darkest, most depraved underground den in the city.
It was a hive for exiled rogues and illegal drugs. They made a business out of k********g low-tier wolves and turning them into playthings.
For a she-wolf, ending up there was a death sentence—you were either used as a breeder or a prize in the fighting pits, passed around from one male to the next.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me.
Zander had no idea where I was. No one did.
Despair coiled around my heart like a freezing sn
