Chapter Thirteen

Diana's POV

The two guards gripped my arms tightly as they dragged me through the corridors of the pack house.

We walked for what felt like forever, turning down hallway after hallway until I completely lost track of where we were. Finally, we stopped in front of a large wooden door. One of the guards knocked twice and waited.

"Come in," a voice called from inside.

The door opened and I saw Martha standing there. She was the same woman who had prepared me when I first arrived, ...