Irina’s POV
“I hope you have a plan, Theia,” I grumbled as I tried to move my shoulders, but because of the cuffs, I was strapped to this f*****g chair.
“I do,” Theia assured me, but even though I had asked her about her plan at least ten times, she hadn’t told me what the heck it was.
I have to remind myself that wolves know better, but my patience and trust are already fading in this situation.
“Theia, Aiden must be losing his mind,” I reminded her. “I only let Julie capture me because you told me we had to come.”
I tightened my jaw until the metal of the cuff dug into my skin. The chair creaked under me with every small movement I made, but it still wouldn’t budge.
Fuck.
“Theia, this better be worth it,” I snapped, because talking to the air was less painful than listening
