Feed you to scavengers

Sandro jolted awake as a sharp pain shot through his side, as though he had been pricked multiple times with needles.

He gasped for breath, his eyes glued shut. When he managed to pry his eyelids open, his vision was still blurred.

After blinking for a few seconds, he realised that he was still bound and trapped in the cage Ezra had kept him in, like a feral animal that should never be unleashed.

Sandro winced as he sat up straight, feeling the discomfort of his restraints. He knew that he was harmless, but the ferociousness within him could only be kept at bay for so long. His wolf, Lace, sneered menacingly at the back of his mind, reminding him of the impending doom that awaited him.

He needed Arabella... No, her freaking blood before it was too late, but his situation made it seem impossible to meet up with her. He had to escape from Ezra's territory first.

As he sniffed the air, the scent of Thalia wafted into his nostrils, making him groan, and he tightened his hands on the chain