James's POV
"James, are you willing to be my slave?" The question echoed throughout the dark room where I sat bound. Yes, both of my hands were tied with black ropes, and the only part of my body I could move was my head.
I had no idea where I was now; I had never known of a building like this in my pack. "James!" The woman's shriek came again. What did she really want? She had been shouting continuously, repeating the same question without revealing herself.
"Don't pay attention to her, James. She's a wicked woman who has already ruined your life. Focus your thoughts elsewhere."
"Diz? Is that you?" I was 100% sure that the wolf speaking to me now was Diz. His voice, the way he comforted me, it was all just like Diz always did. I couldn't use my powers to see him; everything seemed to stop because of this strong bond.