LAYLA'S POV
I had spent half of my night planning excape plans that are impossible, yet I clung to them because there was nothing else to cling to. Unlike all others I had remained awake, sick with worry.
If only I had a wolf, at least one of my plans would work. But then even if I got free where would I run to? I have nowhere to call home. Not anymore anyway.
Mia is snoring loudly in what appears to be a very peaceful sleep besides me. I wonder how she can do that. She never looks as scared as the rest of us. For the few hours or days we have spent together I have learnt a lot about her. She is completely blunt when it comes to her comments and nothing scares her off easily.
Despite the exhaustion I couldn't close my eyes for long. It wasn't just the fear of what is in store for all
