Lya Such lovely little four letter words that can change your life. Love. Hate. Wolf. Mate. Bond. Lies.I looked up at Oliver, trying desperately to shove away the desire to tell him everything. Let him know what was coming. But if I told him, everything up until this point would have been for naught. He would never let me risk it all like that. “You just stay safe, okay?” I begged. “This pack needs you, you need to come back.” “Nothing could keep me away,” he insisted, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half smile. “I have too much waiting for me back home.” He would certainly have plenty waiting for him here, that was for sure. I was just absolutely certain he would not be impressed with what was left. He brushed his lips against mine one last time, a soft kiss that just left me wanting more. “I love you, Lya.” I stared up at him, a culmination of emotions I couldn’t quite put my finger on flowing through me. I didn’t think I had ever been loved before. Not

LyaMy head was pounding. I tried to lift my hands to my head to hold it together, but my hands were bound tightly behind me. I shifted around, trying to loosen them, but whoever tied them was really good at knots. I settled for pressing my head against a cooler part of the leather. I hadn’t gotten brave enough to open my eyes yet, but I wanted an idea of just how far we were from the pack. The idea of sunlight made me cringe, though. Instead, I just listened. It was hard to hear past the pounding in my head, but I still tried. Luckily, the silver tea didn’t affect my senses too much. The road rumbled, like it needed to be redone. I didn’t hear any cars anywhere around, so it must have just been us on the road, and judging by the fact that I could only smell one other scent, it was just me and Will in the car. I wondered if anyone other than us made it out alive. Given how angry Oliver was when he saw me, I doubted it. I smiled to myself. At least one thing has gone right so far.

Lya The first day here, I was left mostly alone. I had an open invitation. If I ever wanted out of the cell block, all I had to do was come clean about my transgressions. I hadn’t spoken a word since the late dinner with Alex Marsan, though. Aside from myself, the cell block was empty other than a guard. I had kept insisting I was human, and tried to poke fun at the guard who had to watch over a little girl that was locked up as is the first couple days, but he was stone faced and never gave into a conversation. I didn’t even have Tala to talk to, and I was just starting to really enjoy her presence. The past month and a half at the pack had changed me, and I felt it was for the better. I could comfortably be myself, make friends, have relationships that didn’t require hiding a huge portion of who I was. It took about two days for me to come to terms with the fact that I was getting lonely. Lonely was a feeling I was quite familiar with, but, apparently, quite resentful of. I guess

Lya If my counting was correct, today was the summer solstice. My birthday. Interrogations were well underway. I wanted to go home. I understood what the shackles on the walls were for. It was so I couldn’t try and get away or fight back when they tried to beat answers out of me. Lying was getting harder. Tala was playing her part, obediently staying locked away and not healing anything, but I could tell it was getting harder for her, too. The silver earrings, necklace, and bracelet set I had on had been torn away. I knew what they wanted - they wanted me to shift, admit I was a werewolf, and then ideally comply with their demands to try and get them to kill me. But we had suspected that when we came up with this plan, and I knew that I would let myself be killed before I gave up the pack. The longer I was here, though, the more I wondered why we didn’t go with Trevor’s suggestion - lead them to the pack, and then destroy them on our own turf. At the time, I had adamantl

LyaIt was impossible to keep track of time in here so I had just given up trying. There was a window in each cell covered by frosted glass that let just enough light in to give a faint idea of the time. Overall, though, the days revolved around when meals were brought. Even that wasn’t consistent, though. I was beginning to think my “birthday present” was just a bit of blackmail. More than likely, they didn’t have anything they could hold over my head.Paranoia had begun to sink in. Was the guard really truly working on my side, or had the hunters won him over? He was a Wulver, of course he wouldn’t betray us. Was Danica in here just to try and get information out of me? I guess it was always possible, but her eyes screamed truth and naivety. Was Oliver moving on with someone new already? He wouldn’t. My days were filled with constant internal debates and nights trying to fight off memories of Oliver and the pack I had come to love. It was easier if I didn’t think of the good times,