Jane

Tears streamed down my face as I watched the door slam shut behind the Alpha King. Ella was gone, dragged away because of me, and I couldn’t do anything to help her. The feeling of helplessness was crushing.

“It’s not your fault,” my wolf whispered gently in my mind. “You would have helped her if you could.”

She was right, but that didn’t make me feel any better. If my hands weren’t tied to this bed, I would have fought for Ella. I would have done something—anything—to ...