Liora
I am dragged back up the stairs of the pack house, towards Morgan’s room. The wolves are not so gentle when handling me, causing my broken bones to ache further and forcing me to bite my lip to hold back the pained whimpers that want to escape.
I have tried for the last few minutes while thrashing about in hopes of getting free to contact Maya, but I keep slamming into a brick wall in my mind. It is not as strong as the dam I built to keep my emotions in check after the rejection, and I feel like if I just kept at it, it will crack, but my concentration is shattered when I am thrown onto the all-too-familiar bed I awoke on earlier.
The wolves are quick to secure me to the bed while I try to fight the pain caused by my last-ditch attempt at escape, and soon my wrists are bound by
