Octavia
My head throbbed violently, my thoughts spinning as I tried to understand what was happening. Something flickered in my mind, an image, but it was blurred and distant.
What happened? Valerio?
A sound distracted me, but when I tried to open my eyes, everything remained black. The cool fabric pressed against my skin told me I was blindfolded. I shifted slightly and heard the unmistakable clink of chains.
“Hello?” I asked cautiously.
Someone tsked.
“You had one simple job,” a voice said, one I recognized.
I sighed. “Carter.”
Something struck me, and I groaned.
“It’s Alpha to you, you filthy Silver Howler.”
Filthy Silver Howler? Where was the praise now? The speeches about unity? About what I was capable of? About loyalty to my father?
“How did you get me here?” I asked. “I
