Eighty-Five

I pull on my arms as a wave of pain goes through me, but they won't move, instead metal digs into my wrists. I look up and see that my wrists are cuffed and chained to what looks like a headboard of a bed. I scream as another wave of pain passes through me. I then hear a male's voice

"PUSH!"

"Just a little more, my little shifter, and then I will make you mine!"

I wake with a start and, covered in sweat; I sit up and rub my wrists as the lingering feel of the chains seems to stick with me. I look around and noticed that I was not in the SUV or in Zachariah's warm arms anymore. I look down and see the beautiful gold silk nightdress Rania gave me. I smile, knowing that Zachariah would have changed me when we arrived.

I realise that we must be at the next pack as I look around the room and don't recognise anything. I slip from the bed and find the bathroom. I walk in and turn on the water. I wait until the water is warm and then slip off the nightdress and step under the spray of wat