BELLA'S POV
“Let me out! I can't breathe.” I kicked the oversized barrel I was thrown into right after being robbed. The horrid smell like something died in here, Or someone, makes me nauseous.
I should have known they were up to something when I noticed the abandoned carriage up front. Humans, usually underestimated, but the worst kind of scoundrels nonetheless.
The air in here is getting thinner, the small breathing hole at the top isn't enough for me. “Open the barrel!” I screamed.
“Shut it!” one of them screamed back. Their voices, although muffled, are coherent enough for me to understand.
“We will be there soon and you will be free.” They laugh.
Am I missing something?
I lean closer to the edge of the barrel to listen to their hushed tones.
“How much do you think the Shepher
