It takes every ounce of self-control not to scream that she’s a filthy liar.
“Your father has always been power-hungry,” Jena continues.
“I see,” I say, keeping my composure and a straight face. “Anything else?”
She looks at me with more than a little sympathy. “That’s all I know, I swear.”
My wolf whines softly. Jena Aldenwood is telling the truth. That is, she believes what she’s saying. It might be a disgusting lie, but to her, it's an absolute fact.
She throws down her spoon. “When can I leave here?”
“You tried to kill one of the pack Alphas. What do you think?”
She leans forward. “They fed me the food that they ate themselves. I think they’re reasonable. I’d rather take my chances with them than try to escape.”
“As if you could.”
Jena shrugs. She has a pretty, delicate face. “Even if I could, it’s a different kind of prison out there.”
“You’re tired of running and hiding, I bet.”
She hugs herself, looking way too young for this life. “I’ve never known anything else.”