The darkness pressed in, a heavy, suffocating blanket. Her body ached, her spirit weary. She had been imprisoned, a captive in Maquand’s twisted game, so defenseless that she couldn’t even reach her wolf to make sure that she was alright. She sensed that Katya was sleeping because she was too fragile at this point to stay conscious for long. Royce only wished that she could at least her wolf’s voice for a sense of reassurance.
Weakened and bound, Royce was a prisoner in her own mind. She yearned for the strength to break free, to fight back, but her body betrayed her. And it was all because of Ruiz Maquand.
A flicker of movement caught her eye. Nabila, her face etched with worry, approached her, a small fire casting dancing shadows on the wall. "You look exhausted," she said, her voice
