Maliya's POV
Opening my eyes, I was forced to close them back due to the interference of light. I recalled what had happened back in the forest. I heaved a sigh of relief, “Freya would be safe,” but on second thought, I hoped that was the case.
The men who had captured me were different from the werewolves in my pack. Though, at some point, I felt they looked familiar but on a second glance, they weren’t. “We had left the spot, Freya should be safe,” I muttered.
But I wasn’t so sure if they caught her or not. I could as well ask them about it but doing so would create trouble. What if they hadn’t seen her? Asking them about it would lead them back to her, so it was best I keep my mouth sealed.
I felt so dehydrated, my senses were activating. “Where am I?” I looked at the unfamiliar pla
