Tara’s POV
A day later I wake up with a very high fever. I suspect that it’s caused by my stitches becoming infected, since something is feeling very wrong in that general area.
I can’t heal you, or they would know that I’m helping you, Destiny tells me. If you become sick enough, maybe they will take us to the hospital and we can escape!
I suppose that could possibly work. Or they might just let me die. Honestly, I’d almost welcome death. But Destiny chides me over that attitude, and claims that our mate is frantically looking for us. And she longs to be back with our precious pups. I don’t know that I agree that Devon is frantically looking for us, but I do agree that I want to go back to my pups. Such tiny babies need their mommy!
And I start crying at that thought. I g
