Jay-la POV
The hours passed in relative silence down here in the cells, other than Stephen pacing around as much as she was, waiting for the inevitable moment, when Sophia would bring that other man down here, to take her away. They couldn’t escape the cells. Silver disconnected them from their wolves, and burned their skin. There was no use in trying to pry the doors open.
Stephen, she knew, would be safer in his own cell away from her, when the s**t hit the fan, and she knew it was going to, sooner or later. That thought alone was making her anxious with every minute that was passing.
Neither of them knew what time it was, their phones and watches had been removed, and with no window down here. There was no way to tell if it was morning, afternoon or night outside. The door that was
