"Ha-ha!" I heard the evil Alpha laugh outside the beast’s room. "Kill her, beast! Rip her apart! Make sure there are no remains of her!" he shouted. I trembled on the floor, scared—scared of opening my eyes. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for what would happen. My heart raced, the beats echoing in my ear. I heard the heavy footsteps of the beast approaching me. "Grrr," I heard it growl as it came closer, until I felt hot air escaping from its nostril against my face. My lips trembled at feeling his breath, and my heart raced even more in my chest, causing me to feel the pain of every beat it made. I did not move. I lay on the floor pretending to be dead. At that moment I wanted to die. I wanted my heart to stop. I did not want to die being torn apart by his sharp teeth. I thought of how terrible my death was going to be. I peed myself. I was petrified. "Whenever you need my help, you know where to find me," I heard Christian's voice i

He saw himself in a large, dark field filled with smoke. He was in his human form, alone and naked. He remembered being there as a child. He was only eight at that time. He'd woken up, not being able to control his beast anymore. He walked around the field, clueless about where he was going. Was he dreaming? He heard a growl. It sounded familiar. He turned around and saw his wolf appearing from the white smoke. He was staring at him with his blood-red eyes. He did not understand what was happening. Why was his wolf not in his body? Why was it standing before him as if it was another wolf? It stood away from him and growled. They stared at each other. What did it want? He asked himself. It was as if it was waiting for him to say something. "What do you want?" he asked his beast. It said nothing and continued to gaze at him. "Why can't I control you?" he asked it. Still, it said nothing. He broke down into tears, remembering his

I jumped up quickly, remembering that I'd tried to drown myself in the pond. I was lying on a bed in a small room, painted in dark brown. I looked at my body and saw I was dressed in a black short dress. Where was I? I got up, losing my balance and falling to the floor with a crash. The bedroom door opened and there I saw Francine and Cindy. "You're finally awake," Cindy said, as she ran over to me, helped me off the floor and hugged me. I returned her hug and broke down in tears. "Help her back to the bed," Francine said, and came close to me, assisting Cindy to get me back on the bed. "How did you find me?" I asked them. "We found you lying in the forest," Cindy said. "It seemed that you'd passed out in the rain, for when we found you, you were soaked," she told me. "Near a pond?" I asked them, knowing exactly where I was. "No," Francine said. "When I and Francine found you, you were nowhere near a pond," Cindy said.

I followed Francine into the kitchen, accompanied by her mate. Questions flooded my mind. I wanted to know why she wanted me to follow her. Was she planning on asking me to cover up her lie to Cindy? I hated the thought of doing that. Taking notice of the place that I would be staying in, I saw that the light inside was very dim, but still, I could manage to see where I was going. Inside gave me a warm feeling of comfort and made me feel safe. Soon we were in the kitchen. I stood silently, staring at Francine, eager to know why she had brought me there. Also, I had some questions I wanted to ask her. "This is my mate, Frank," Francine said. I nodded. Finally, she told me her mate's name. Suddenly, I found myself asking her about lying to Cindy. I wished she had told her the truth that she was only protecting us from being discovered. "It was a good thing to do or she would have run off to him and reveal Christian's secret spot," she told me.

"No, Cindy," I stopped her, pulling her back into the bedroom. "I need to save my mate," she cried. Tears filled my eyes, seeing the great pain she was in. I wanted to help her save her mate so badly, but leaving the cottage would be a great risk. "Let me get Francine," I told her, pulling my hand from her grasp. "No," she stopped me. "You can't let her and her mate know, or they will never let me save him," she said, pleading with me. I sighed heavily and held my head, not knowing what to do. I wanted to help Cindy, but I did not want to ruin Francine and her mate's plan. If any of Pharaoh's men discovered Christian's home, it would no longer be a secret, and Francine and her mate would be in terrible trouble. Cindy held my face and stared into my eyes, pleading with me to help her. I did not know what to say. I did not want to let her down after she had been so good to me. "Please, just let me inform Francine about this before we lea