Two days and two sleepless nights have passed since the Pinewood Pack attacked. Since I ordered Sam to lock her up.
The second I gave the command, it felt like a boulder dropped into my stomach. My heart pounded so violently I had to get out of that room. I came straight to my office—and haven’t left since.
When I heard her shouting—those panicked screams echoing through the halls—I wanted to run to her, tell her I didn’t mean it. That she was free to go, to do whatever she wanted. But I couldn’t. I have an entire pack to protect. Their safety has to come first.
Besides, it’s not like I’m mistreating her. She’s fed three times a day, and I know Sam and Oliver have been sneaking down to visit her. She’s not alone.
All she has to do is tell me who she is and where she came from, and this
