Albert
I sat on the cold floor, staring at the tray Aiden had left behind long after he had left. The sandwich remained untouched, but the bottle of water… that could work.
I dragged my aching body towards the crate and the silver shackles on my wrists and ankles made it an impossible task.
Every minute spent in the darkness deepened my resolve. Aiden was unstable. Deluded. And if I didn’t act soon, no one would reach him in time.
Heck! I wasn't even sure Emon would find me. I just hoped that Edward was helping because he could smell me seeing that he was a werewolf. That was unless Aiden had used something to mask us and where we were.
I eyed the wooden crate in the corner, then my restraints, again. Thick silver chains knotted around my wrists and ankles. But Aiden had gotten comfor
