CHAPTER 57 Shackled by Regret

  Ellissa's POV

  I cower in the corner of this cold, dark room held captive by the ruthless Rivalry Pack. The dim light filtering through a crack in the ceiling barely illuminates my surroundings. Anxiety courses through my veins, intensifying with every passing second. My muscles ache from the tension, and I can feel the weight of fear pressing down on me.

  My body is weak, my throat parched, and my stomach growls with hunger, reminding me of how long it's been since I tasted a morsel of food or felt the cool touch of water on my lips. Thirst and hunger gnaw at my insides, gnarled fingers squeezing tightly around my resolve, threatening to break it.