“I’ll get you out of here!” I slam my claws against the cement. “I will!”
Some of it cracks, but I barely make a dent in the floor.
The wolf closes its eyes. I know somehow that it is going back to sleep.
“No!” I shout, slamming my hands against the bars. “Tell me who you are!”
Once again, I hear the sound of footsteps down the hallway. I turn my head.
My eyes fly open, and I’m back in bed. My mind is racing as I stare at the ceiling.
My eyes are wet, my heart is pounding desperately, and my wolf is howling inside my head, miserable. I curl onto my side, sobs racking my body. I don’t know why I am crying. But my heart feels shattered. Beyond repair.
Who is that wolf? Why is it coming into my dreams?
And where is it?
Chapter 22
Sophia Hope
The first thing I do when I drag myself
