Elara'S POV
Lay wide awake in bed that night. Tumultuous emotions raged inside me, and my mind raced to make sense of them. My escape attempt had failed before it had even begun. Somehow, I’d known that it was Lysander’s wolf who pursued me long before he had shifted. Terror had directed my thoughts and actions, yet at the same time… I didn’t know how to explain it.
When the huge, white wolf tackled me, I was petrified, but also… thrilled? Anxious? There was definitely an undercurrent of excitement that chilled me to the bone. This was my second night here. Was I already developing some kind of psychological bond with my captors? How could that be?
Xavier and Kaelen frightened the hell out of me, and infuriated me too, yet looking back on dinner, I couldn’t deny a certain allure. Their
