Cornered and Attacked

I couldn't sleep. Not when we were trapped in a cold, damp basement with metal bars separating us from freedom. My wrists burned from the silver cuffs, draining my strength and keeping my wolf subdued. Beside me, Camille had finally fallen into a fitful sleep, her face streaked with dried tears.

For hours, I'd been searching for any weakness in our cage—a loose bar, a rusty hinge, anything. Nothing. Whoever these rogues were, they'd made sure we weren't getting out without help.

Help that probably wasn't coming for me.

Adrian might move heaven and earth to find his daughter, but I was just the tutor. The unwanted mate. The girl nobody chose.

Heavy footsteps overhead made me freeze. They were coming back. I crawled quickly to Camille's side and shook her gently.

"Camille," I whispered urgently. "Wake up. They're coming."

Her eyes fluttered open, widening with renewed fear.