Elena’s POVI woke with my bones aching.

Not from wounds, most of those had scabbed over, but from the constant heaviness pressing against my chest.

The bond.

The confinement.

The endless cycle of accusations and mock trials. My wolf lay curled at the back of my mind, too tired to even lift her head.

She only whispered one word over and over again. Run.

But there was nowhere to run. I needed to accomplish what I had here, or my soul wouldn’t rest. I just had to keep fighting. ...