My hands were raw and bloodied from hitting the metal bars surrounding me. The ache spread up my arms, but even that pain was preferable to the hopelessness and depression I was developing.

Food came sporadically. Mostly, I slept. Time stretched endlessly, each moment heavier than the last. I tried to think of escape, but there was nothing—no weaknesses, no cracks in the metal. Only the presence of Alpha Dean and his men.

The monotony shattered when Dean's boots clicked against the concrete ...