Chris
The harsh clang of metal against metal jolted me awake. I blinked, disoriented, as one of those godforsaken guards who looked like they were hewn out of the very rock that made up these castle walls roughly yanked me to my feet. The cold of the stone floor seeped through my thin shoes, a stark reminder of where we were. A loveless place, cold and empty and so much unlike Moonstone.
Dammit. Why did we have to come here?
“Get up,” the guard growled harshly. “Alpha Winston wants to see you.”
Across the hall, I saw Ava being pulled from her cell as well. Our eyes met briefly, and I felt a bit of relief wash over me. She was fine—and being handled with a bit more care than I was. Still, I couldn’t help but continue to be a little pissed at her. Maybe, if we had gotten enou
