TASHA
What time is it? I couldn’t in any way know, but I knew it was dark outside. It had been hours since we had left the restaurant. The place Victoria brought me to was a rather silent room- walls painted in white and red, the light was a shade of red almost reflecting all the corners of the room; an ample room with very few items: a bed in the middle covered in a red satin sheet, a chair, a single looking bench next to the bed, and a cage, like for a slave where I was held under lock and key, both my hands were tied behind me, and a heavy thick rope was slung over me to restraint my human, that letting go of Arleigh would surely hurt her.
How far was I from my pack? From my mate?
Vilkas...
My heart tightened at the thought of him; he must be lonely. Sad. Angry. His beast was likely
