TIA POV
The pressure in my head is becoming too much. Who would have thought hanging upside down on one ankle would be so damn troublesome?
“Meadow, how long do you think we have been hanging up here? Why hasn’t anyone come by yet? Why do I feel like we are going to die starved upside down? This can’t be how our story ends; we just started.” I bombarded my wolf with incessant questioning, but it was all coming off as whining, and perhaps I was, but I also didn’t care. I was scared, but more than that, I was annoyed.
I should have seen that trap. I was distracted and allowed myself to be caught off guard.
Since I returned from captivity as a nine-year-old girl, I have been on guard. Nothing was missed; I saw it all, from the shifts in a person's mask and nature to the baiting lures bein
