Karyme POV:
I didn't make it.
The Alpha Command-You are confined-was a magical chain. My wolf seized mid-stride, muscles locking up, collapsing into the dirt.
Warriors dragged me back, throwing me onto the bedroom floor.
"Lock the windows," Archie ordered from the doorway, silhouette dark. "If she runs, break her legs."
The lock clicked.
For two days, I paced. Signal jammed.
Then, Faustina's voice slithered into my mind.
"Do you like the cage, Luna? I win. The chandelier was just the start. I'm leaving now. I'm going to disappear. And guess who Archie will blame?"
An hour later, chaos.
Archie stormed in, eyes bleeding crimson. He slammed me against the wall, hand crushing my throat.
"Where is she?" he roared. "Faustina is gone! Her room is empty! Signs of struggle! You hired someone!"
"No..." I choked.
"Find her," he commanded his warriors. "Tear the territory apart. Bring me anything that smells like a rogue."
He threw me onto the bed. "If she is hurt, Karyme, you will pray for death."
