**BELLA**
Time has stopped meaning anything in this place, because days blur together when you are weak and drugged and chained, and the only thing that marks the passing hours is the way the wolfsbane ebbs and surges through my system like a cruel tide. My body feels wrong in ways that are hard to explain, heavy and light at the same time, muscles trembling even when I am still, my wolf curled so tight inside me that every breath feels like it scrapes against bone.
Devin keeps trying to take care of me.
That might be the most infuriating part of all of this, the way he moves around the farmhouse like he is doing something kind instead of something monstrous, bringing me water and food and blankets like that balances out the silver chain biting into my ankle and the constant burn under
