SAWYER put Knox and the rest of his companions against the trees. They were all tied with our horses’ ropes, starting from the top of their chests across their torso, down to their lower abdomen. And to make it extra safe, Sawyer even took out silver knives that could hurt them if he wanted to. He thought the rope was not going to be enough, so he had some of his warriors still in their wolf forms guarding the hostages just in case they managed to get out of the death grip.
Sawyer was the one who first turned toward Knox. He was still staring at me, not once leaving my eyes since he got caught. His breath was slow, as if he was calculating every intake. Knox looked sort of deranged. He did not look like the kind Prince or the soft friend I ever had. Instead, I had made him turn into this
