Isla sat by the window in her modest room within the Bloodfang territory, staring out at the dense forest beyond. It had been two weeks since her world had fallen apart, and every day since had felt like a battle to regain her strength and understand the chaos that had unfolded.
After the Quinns had ambushed her in Nightshade pack (Lucian’s pack), she had been dragged through the streets, humiliated, and beaten. Just when she thought her end was near, a group of strangers had intervened. They were quiet, efficient, and deadly, fighting off Naya’s group and spiriting Isla away before the situation could worsen.
She had passed in and out of consciousness during the journey, her body weak and battered. The last thing she remembered before blacking out completely was the gentle voice of a ma
