~Third Person's POV~

The heavy iron doors of the Nightshade Pack's main hall burst open with a deafening crash. Two guards dragged a struggling figure between them, her feet scraping against the stone floor as she fought weakly against their grip.

Maya's face was bruised, her clothes torn and dirty from running. When the guards reached the center of the hall, they threw her forward without remorse. She hit the bare floor hard, a cry of pain escaping her lips as her hands scraped against the ...