26. Zena

Giving the name of Zeke’s intended mate was meant to be the end of my woes. For over a week, I huddled in my cell, conserving my strength, begging for Sybil to return to me.

The rations remained basic for several days until suddenly they were plentiful. Huge steaming meaty buns, rich vegetables coated in honey. Unlimited drinking water and clean clothing came through my small metal catflap.

With a heavy heart, I knew exactly what this change in fortune meant. They had found Aisling. They need me to be in good health in order to perform the transfer. They must know I was the one who placed Alpha Cillian’s lost wolf back inside him.

It made each mouthful harder to swallow. Everything lost its taste. My safety and improving health were purely the result of a poor girl, and presumably, her family being traumatised. Curled up in a ball on the painful metal bed, guilt gnaws away at my guts.

/We have trained for this guilt. Every reading condemns someone, somewhere down the line. This is th