*Saoirse*

Damn it.

I ran my hand through my hair for the fourth time, frizzing the curls into an untameable mess. Pacing the length of the pack house was not helping to produce any new or enlightening ideas. I glanced out the window and confirmed that my prison guards were still set in place.

Unlike the last time I was held captive, these guards knew how to do their jobs and weren't leaving me any openings. Another frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I sat down at ...