LISA'S POV Groaning, I open my eyes. I had fallen asleep on the comforter, much to my surprise. I remember the events of yesterday and I shuddered at how close I was to death. There was no time to wait anymore, we had to strike while the iron was still hot but Jonas was waiting for the right time, there was no right time.I push myself off the comforter and stumble into the bathroom, I had forgotten to take my bath last night and my body was smelly. I was glad Jonas wasn't here, he would have surely made a crude remark.I couldn't help but think about who Brandon really was, I had trust issues and the only reason I trusted Jonas was that he had saved my life thrice. Jonas said he could be trusted but I found it a hard pill to swallow, I needed to be on guard. I was done with surprises for now at the very least.I opened the wardrobe when I stepped out of the bathroom and I was surprised he had femal

LISA'S POV At midnight, we pull into a motel's parking lot."I'd like to get a room with double beds. Is that possible?" Jonas says, holding out a wad of cash.The man behind the counter nods his head and smiles. "That would be seventy dollars for the night."Jonas tosses him the wad of cash. "Keep all of it, I don't know how long we'd stay. See it as an advance payment."He hands us a plastic key and shows us to our room. The room smelt nice and the bed sheets looked clean. I immediately head off into the shower to take a long bath when I was done, I snuggled into bed. Erik laid out flat on his, I surmised he wouldn't be taking his bath and I couldn't blame him; he had driven for over twelve hours. I roll over to the end of my bed and turn off the night lamp. I hoped we would be safe here but I couldn't help but question if we were being tracked."Jonas?""Yes?" I hear him whisper as he turns t

LISA'S POV What is your name, young wolf?" The man asked me. His eyes flickered to the wolfsbane handcuffs on her wrists, maybe being caged for such a long time had taken its toll on her psychologically.Again, I just stared at him unblinking and unwilling to say anything. He sighed, this was going to be a difficult task but nothing good came easy. He pointed to himself, "You will call me Dom." He said, and then pointed to the man standing a few meters away. "That's Tino." Now that you know our names, we'd like to know yours. I'll ask again, what's your name?"I fully understood him. I just didn't want to speak but he thought I was gullible which I found amusing. He was under the impression that I didn't understand what he was saying so he resorted to using hand gestures to convey his message. I also didn't want to say anything because he would ask for my last name and things might get ugly like it was bef

LISA'S POV That night as I lay down in bed, I pull the covers of the bedsheet up past my shoulders and bury my head deeper into the pillow to get a little bit of warmth. The motel room is freezing. The air conditioners in the room were really working effectively. Extremely well in fact. I was guessing Jonas had something to do with it, the motel room wasn't as cold as this yesterday.All the same, I was grateful. I look out the window, the moon was shining brightly tonight, I hope it was a sign of something good. I tried to guess the time without looking at the clock chiming adjacent to my bed. I know it has to be somewhere around three in the morning. I tried to sleep for a little longer but I couldn't. Maybe it was the cold or something else, I couldn't place my finger on it. Apart from the buzzing sound of the air conditioner and the clock, the only other sound in the room is Jonas' heavy breathing. And, a few

LISA's POV One hour later, we check out of the motel and drive to the nearest mall, located on the outskirts of the town. There was a large number of people trooping in and out of the mall. We had to roam around for a while before we found a parking spot a few blocks away from the mall.As soon as we entered through the main building, I quickly concluded that the crowd here was twice the number of people living in the town alone. There was barely enough space to move an inch. I took a step forward, and a woman slammed into me unapologetically. I move to the side, trying to get close to Jonas, and I get stopped by a man carrying an outrageous number of shopping bags. A few meters away from Jonas, I get whacked in the head by a man carrying a baby trolley high in the air. Jonas notices my frustration and grabs my hand, pulling me through the crowd, shoving anyone in his path. His face was hard as a rock. Many people who left offended felt i