LILITH’S POV

The hours crawled by. I tried to keep track of time by counting heartbeats, but I kept losing count. The cold was seeping into my bones, making me shiver uncontrollably. If only I had known I was getting kidnapped, I would have dressed warmer.

And as for the chains, they still rattled with every small movement, a constant little reminder of how trapped I was.

I thought back to what Jeremy had said about my parents. About hiding me, suppressing my wolf, protecting me from ...