The Story

Annalyse

I sat there, ears straining to hear what was being said as I tried to reach out to Bella.

‘Bells? Are you there? Please answer me.’, I pleaded.

Still nothing. As I sat, I began to panic. What would happen if whatever they gave me killed her?

I also felt sick again. And hot, like I was going into another heat. But it was way too soon for that.

The talking stopped as the footsteps stalled outside the room we were in.

I felt nervous and a little scared, especially without my wolf as the door opened slowly and a familiar scent hit my nose.

“Well, look who we have here. A visitor for you, Annalyse.”

I looked up, shocked to see what my brain already knew.

Out of the shadows and into the light walked Cristabell. My other best friend.

She looked at me, disgust written all over her face, jealousy blazing in her eyes.

“Crista?! What are you doing here?”, I asked, genuinely confused at this point, hoping against hope that she wasn’t being held here too.

“What am I doing here?”, she scof