Isabella
I frowned, staring at the teenage boy who was squatting beside me. I couldn’t tell if it was real or not, and that is because the boy right before me looks exactly like the boy in my dream. How did he even get inside? I thought. I glanced over at the prison door which was now open.
“Ma’am you have to get up,” the boy said again and I gently pulled myself off the floor. I sat upright and fastened my eyes on him.
“Who are you, and… you cannot be here,” I wobbled but he stopped me immediately.
“I know,” he said. “My name is Mason. Sir Daniel once asked me to look after the pack when he was gone. I wasn’t able to protect it then, but I know that if he was here right now, he would not let anyone hurt you.”
I frowned, staring at the boy confused. How would Daniel have asked a teena
