Chapter 118
I didn't know how long I was gone for. Stuck. In this dark unending void. But when light finally shone directly into my world again, it was me. No. Arya, with Ryan.
So this was it. Was this why I was being tortured.
"How are you feeling?" Ryan asked worriedly as he scanned over my face- or hers.
"I'm good." Arya smiled, her hair blowing across her face as the wind blew harshly around them.
Ryan nodded awkwardly, his hand dropping to his knees. He turned to me- her again. "And Arielle? How's she?"
"She's fine." Arya smiled brightly. "Can she hear us or see us?"
She nodded. "She can. For now." Arya smiled again.
I gritted my teeth. That wrench! Werewolves are supposed to be able to control their wolves, they should being control while our wolves listened and submitted t
