I believed him. I really did.
But then the dream twisted.
Everything blurred, and suddenly… it wasn’t me anymore.
I saw him throwing me toward a group of wild beasts, his face cold, choosing her over me without hesitation.
I screamed.
And woke up.
My head pounded. My body felt heavy. My hands and feet were tied, something rough covering my eyes. I couldn’t see anything again.
“Where… where am I?” I whispered.
Voices answered.
“Alpha Thornhill,” a man said, mocking, amused. “You really have some nerve. You crushed my pack, took our territory, left us with nothing. Did you really think I’d just let that go?”
Drake’s voice came low and dangerous. “Jakobi Corvo… rogue alpha. You kidnapped me? You’ve got guts. But you’re signing your own death warrant.”
Jakobi laughed, loud and unhinged. “Death? I already lost everything. If I die, I’ll drag you down with me. But killing you too fast… where’s the fun in that?”
Hands grabbed me, dragging me across the ground. Stones scraped my back and I bit down hard to keep from crying out.
Another voice—Chiara, crying. “Let me go! Please… please don’t do this…”
We were thrown down side by side.