Arabella Thornhill:-
Returning to the packhouse that used to be my home was the last thing I wanted, but I had no choice for it was the only place that could house me for the night. The walls were covered with blood stains, the air reeked of smoke, and the smell of sweat and fear. My pack’s pain and my parents’ cries were discernible in the cacophony that was raging through my head. My wrists were tied and there were fresh scratch marks all over them because I had been constantly trying to free myself from the chains.
Staring right at me, Declan had the most sinister look I’ve ever seen on a person’s face. He had won. The one man who had once filled my life with purpose and hope had taken everything that I possessed – my spirit, my resolve, my loved ones. He derived sadistic satisfactio
