LOGINJessica/tessa pov.
I wake up shivering, my body pressed against cold, damp stone. My head pounds, and my wrists and ankles burn where ropes bite into my skin. I tug, but they don’t budge, silver threads woven into the cords, I can tell.
I can’t feel my wolf, struggling against the rope is pointless. It would only make me weaker without my wolf. What about the soldiers? Did they take them too? I sure do hope they are safe.
Jessica/tessa pov.I wake up shivering, my body pressed against cold, damp stone. My head pounds, and my wrists and ankles burn where ropes bite into my skin. I tug, but they don’t budge, silver threads woven into the cords, I can tell.I can’t feel my wolf, struggling against the rope is pointless. It would only make me weaker without my wolf. What about the soldiers? Did they take them too? I sure do hope they are safe.
Zane pov.“What?” I shoot to my feet. I stare at the panting soldier, disbelief written all over my face. “What exactly happened?” I demand.Fred steps forward, voice tight. “Tell us everything.”The soldier swallows hard. “We went to check, like you ordered. When we got there… It was empty. At first, we tho
Jessica pov.“Do you have to....” Zane was about to speak here when the scout, Zane had sent out before bursts in, and the scout stumbled in, mud caking his boots, sweat streaking his face. My stomach twists before he even speaks.“The tribe.. the other… tribe…..”. He choked, unable to breathe. I almost laughed at his expression.
Jessica pov.The sharp blare of a horn split the morning air, yanking me out of half-sleep. My body jerked upright before my brain caught up.“What the hell now?” I groaned, dragging a hand over my face. My eyelids felt like bricks, and every bone in me screamed to just collapse back onto the pillow. One week of bad sleep and I was ready to murder whoever thought sounding horns at dawn was a good idea.
Jessica/Tessa’s POVI look at Zane and gesture for him to sit beside me, trying to ignore the way he steals my coffee. He takes a sip as if it’s his own, a smirk playing on his lips, fully aware of what he’s doing. I give him a glare, but I’m too tired to argue. My body feels sluggish, still not fully awake, and I don’t have the energy to get up and make myself another cup.I roll my eyes at him, mentally sighing as it dawns on me that we’ll be sharing coffee today. It’s not the energy boost I’m used to, but I&rsquo
Jessica/Tessa’s POVWith a notebook and a pen in hand, I sat by the window, my legs hanging lazily out of it, and my head gently leaning against the glass. I stared off into the distance, absently scribbling in my notebook. The drawings were barely more than a chaotic mess, worse than a preschooler’s art.A knock on the door broke my solitude.“Can I come in?” Zane asked, his voice muffled as







