I hadn’t been able to familiarise myself with this compound. None of the shifters were nice enough to offer me a tour. The shifters weren’t a polite species.
First, Oldy and his goons had shot me down from the wall of the Shifters Uni, then they drugged me, blindfolded me, and dragged me to this compound.
When I woke up, I’d found myself in confined quarters. Then I’d pick a fight with the Alpha’s son and split his lip since I refused to be his mate. While I was riding him, not in a s****l way (no way would I ever let him touch me again), but pounding my fists into his ears,
Oldy and his minions shot me with enough drugs to take down a horse.
So I’d kissed the ground again, waking up in that special cell. So, no, I wasn’t going to run blindly and then end up where I’d started.
“Trust
