Gideon
I woke up in a tiny cell with no windows. There was just that one door with metal bars and the stool I sat on. My hands were tied behind my back. Any other day, I could have torn the rope from my wrists and attacked my captors.
It wasn’t any other day.
I was naked, except for a small towel wrapped around my hips. So, they stopped short of completely humiliating me.
I was drugged. Fear wrapped around me, tighter than the towel did, but it wasn’t a fear for my life. I feared that I might have lost Cato during my last moments. As much as I hated to admit it, I would miss the wolf. I regretted making fun of Alpha Stephan’s Mike.
“Are you there?” I asked him, in my head, of course. I didn’t want the pack to know about Cato. They would do everything in their power to get rid of h
