Chapter 52. Bella POV

I never did get offered any more food. Less than an hour after Alpha Francis and his crazy blue eyes came to question me I was bundled into the back of a large transport van. 

He came to watch though, still dressed entirely in white, his arms folded like a Roman emperor as I tried to resist his heavy-handed Beta goon. 

"Bella, tell me who you came here with, it's a simple enough question," he said again, this time the irritation in his voice barely concealed.

"I came alone," I muttered in between struggling and wriggling between the arms of his Beta who held me in a wrestling grip.

"Take out the chair then, she can rattle around in the back," and with a wave of his hand, he disappeared. Two other Beta’s clad in their strange white-swirled cloaks jumped into the van with screwdrivers. The bench and seat belts were soon removed. I was going to spend the next few days rattling round like a pea in a metal tin.

"Poor choice," the Beta hol