Trey dragged her with the chains to another tent. All the while, she rolled her eyes hard. She felt like cattle being dragged by a wolf. Scarlett wondered if Trey felt any alpha satisfaction by doing so. Dragging her with chains could very well be a statement that her life was in his hands, that she was his.
She clicked her tongue. Not for long.
Why not? Mara asked.
Do I have to answer that?
Inside the new tent, she saw Ryan and Mor standing near a stone table. A map of the continent was laid out on top of it. They looked at Scarlett with apprehension. She immediately eyed Mor's right eye.
"Sorry for that," she raised one brow to show the bruise. It was black and blue. Perhaps she had punched him too hard. She checked Mor's nose for any sign of crookedness or tear. "I didn't break
