CARLOSA dull ache in the back of my head makes me groan softly. I move around, opening my eyes to find myself in bed.

Not mine, but familiar.

The memories come back to me in fragments. The phone call from Sofia. Me going to leave the Pack. Confiding Dad and then…

My breath hitches in realisation.

He had drugged me to stop me from leaving.

The betrayal rushes an intense surge of rage through me. I throw the blanket off me and sit upright, but the throb in my head forces me to stop and ...