Perfect

Ashlyn was greeted with never-ending darkness when she came to her senses. The tight bindings around her wrist prevented her from setting them free. She seemed to be seated on a wooden chair, her body tied against it. Her mouth was covered as well.

Slight panic settled in her chest for a second before she took in a deep breath and tried to gather her thoughts. She began to think about all that happened before she lost consciousness.

The pack happened to be attacked, and her being drugged left her vulnerable.

The amount of times she got drugged during this period of time is definitely more than the number of times in the rest of her life totalled.

She tried to mind-link her pack members, but that remained futile. Unable to do anything, she struggled against the bindings, hoping that would be loosening it. The weakness in her body wasn't helping it.

During this time, her thoughts drifted off to Elijah.

Was he worried about her?

Could it be that he was crying?

Although that sounded absu