Ava’s POV
I slowly came to, my mind foggy and disoriented. I tried to move, but I was bound and gagged, unable to do more than twitch and squirm. Panic set in as I realised I was trapped, helpless and alone.
As my vision cleared, I was in a cold, damp cell. The walls were made of stone, and the air was thick with the scent of mould and mildew. I was lying on a narrow cot with a metal table bolted to the wall beside me.
I struggled against my restraints, trying to free myself, but they were too tight. I let out a muffled growl through my gag, frustrated and angry.
How did this happen? I thought, my mind racing. I was the one who should be in control, not that weakling Bea.
I remembered the fight at the pack meeting, the way Aria had turned on me and helped Bea gain the upper hand. It
