Lila's POV

The concrete walls press in like a coffin, reeking of piss and desperation. I pace the eight-by-ten cell, my bare feet silent on the freezing floor.

'They think locking me up will stop me from telling Tristan where his precious little sister is hiding.'

My wolf Scarlett whimpers in the back of my mind, weakened by whatever shit they've been putting in my food. But my human brain works just fine, spinning plans like a spider weaving ...