Ella's POV I don't know how long I have been inside this room. It wasn't a prison. Not really. It had a bed. A chair. An air conditioner. But I couldn't leave. The door was locked from outside. And no one came except when they wanted to bring me food or check on me. I started getting confused about what time it might be. I slept when they gave me dinner. When I woke up, the light outside the window looked the same. Morning? Afternoon? I couldn't tell. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Why did my mom act that way in front of everyone? Though I why she acted that way. Yes, to her, Alpha Thorne killed my father. She believes it with her whole heart. But I started doubting that. Damon said Sara's dad was responsible. He said he had proof. And when they wanted to give me the evidence, I didn't ask for it. I was too caught up in everything else. Too distracted. Too scared. So I blame myself. If I had told my mom what I know, maybe things would have been different.
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