Natasha blinked. Blinked again. Something wasn't right. It's too dark. Were her eyes even open? Where is the light? Even on a moonless night, there should be light through the window above her bed. Opening her eyes wide, Natasha stared hard into the dark. The window above her bed was gone. So was her bed, with its worn mattress that sagged with the imprint of her body. It was too quiet, William wasn't snoring. William always snores. No light, no William. Natasha flared her nostrils. Wrong smells. Home smelled of aged cedar. The air here was warm and thick with the stale scent of sweat, sex and...human. Only one pack in the area had recently housed a human. Nafarius. Natasha closed her eyes as her memory came cascading back. Nafarius' betrayal. Dimitri's powerful frame shaking, his fists clenched at his sides as he howled, the uncontrollable slaughter of her pack mate and her father's feral eyes as they landed on her. But how did she get here? Natasha tried getting to her feet, but stumbled as all four of her legs failed.
