Jessica/tessa pov.
I wake up shivering, my body pressed against cold, damp stone. My head pounds, and my wrists and ankles burn where ropes bite into my skin. I tug, but they don’t budge, silver threads woven into the cords, I can tell.
I can’t feel my wolf, struggling against the rope is pointless. It would only make me weaker without my wolf. What about the soldiers? Did they take them too? I sure do hope they are safe.
Did the scout lie to us? That can’t possibly be true, Zane knows him. He’s from our tribe, he can’t be a mole. Something must have happened. Zane would be so worried, probably even angry because he had warned me not to go.
My neck throbs, a faint pulse, like someone marked me. I swallow hard, pushing down in panic. Taking in my surroundings, I’m in a cell, alone, and
