Madison’s POV
The soldiers drag me through the corridors of the pack house, their grip bruising my arms with every step. The floorboards groan under the weight of their boots, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling the halls like a drumbeat of my impending doom.
Talia thrashes inside me, coiled and restless, eager to fight, yet bound by ropes that bite into my wrists. The rough fibers cut and sting as I shift slightly, snarling under my breath.
Dylan’s eyes land on me, scanning me like a predator assessing its prey. Relief flashes across his face for a split second, as if he’s glad I haven’t vanished completely. But that relief is short-lived. It vanishes instantly, replaced by a dark, almost feral anger that makes the hair on my arms stand on end.
“You dared to escape?” His voic
