Selena's POV. I woke up in a dark room, my head was swimming and there was a metallic taste in my mouth. I blink as I regain full control of my senses, the room was dark so there wasn't much to see, the floor was ceramic and cold and it smelled damp with the hint of blood.I try to sit up, but the pain in my shoulders and head stops me immediately. I shut my eyes and try to remember where I was and how I got here exactly, with the oinding in my skull and the fog over my brain it was remarkably hard to think, and then it rushed back to me in an instant.Me taking care of people, the sudden screaming, the sight of rogues flooding the small dusty valley, losing Ana in the crowd and then the handkerchief pressed against my nose and the sweet smell of whatever thing had put me to sleep. I shoot up instantly ignoring the loud protest of my joints. I couldn't care less about my throbbing head right now, I was in some unknown place and I was taken by the rogues.I had to get out of here. I

Laleh's POV. Satisfaction at last.The mansion was mostly quiet following the news of the rogue's attack on the abandoned side of the pack. While many were bothered by the rogue's ability to break through the border and feared that they would launch a full scale attack on the pack soon I was too busy relishing in the feeling of both calm and chaos, while at the same time enjoying the obvious distress Zander was in. I'd spoken to Ryder before they'd taken the wench, she hadn't been able to put up much of a fught and as per my instructions he'd sent one of his most fucked up torture artists to mess with her mind a little bit, taunt her about her mother's death, dangle the truth in front of her then retract it and watch her already fragile mind scatter as she's launched back into grief. And from what I've heard so far it was working, while she was displaying much more fight than expected she had lost it a little bit.I giggle to myself and blow off the bubbles from my arm, smiling at t

Selena's POV. My head hurts, bad. Once again I wake up in that small room with high metal walls feeling the chill of the cold floor on my back. I don't remember much and I'm not sure how much time has gone by but judging by how much colder it is it's late at night.I sit up and draw my knees to my chest. All I can remember really is that tall blonde man who said those awful things about my mother. After that I ate, I don't remember what, or even who gave me the food but I ate something, whatever it was it'd been laced with potion or something because I fell asleep not too long after that. I blink slowly as my eyes adjust to the darkness of my prison, even so I could barely see anything and what I could see wasn't much, the empty plate of food, the empty bowl of water - water that had been a little yellow and barely enough to make it down my throat - but I'd drank it either way because the thirst was making me dizzy, and one the other side of the room was the small threadbare blan

Zander's POV. I've never felt such a deep sense of relief before. Watching Selena's eyes flutter open must have been the most comforting thing I've ever seen, because I could have melted at the sight of those lovely brown yes meeting mine again, yes they were hazy, but I'll settle for that after watching her just drop to the floor in a dead faint in that forest and after haring Naz say that she was drugged heavily and make might not wake up for weeks. That was five days ago and she was awake now. I could feel the relief in my bones, even Aziel was calm for the first time in weeks, he was the main reason I wasn't able to fall asleep really. When Naz would pry me away from her bedside and forcee to get some rest all I could har was Aziel's voice in my ear screaming at me to do something or he would himself, and honestly I was much too tired to control him so for once I bent to his will and actually do something. I went to the dungeons and hit that rogue as many times as I could, I tor

Zander's POV. Fucking Tristan. I shift back and tug on a pair of trousers as fast as possible, ignoring the pointed stares that are tossed my way as I run up the stairs in search of my mate. I can't even imagine the state Selena is in and only the goddess knows what he told her. I burst into her room to see her on the floor, her hair is a mess, one side of her face is swollen and very bruised, and her eyes are distant. Horror rushes through me as I remember her last encounter with Tristan, the way she'd pushed me away and shut me out for weeks, she'd barely eaten and was just a teary mess, all because he'd spoken to her, I wonder what he'd said now.I kneel in front of her trying to get her eyes to follow me. But it remains fixed on something very far away, cold and closed off to me. Second only to the time she was kidnapped I've never been so scared in my life. "Selena, Selena please talk to me," I say stroking her face and trying to get her eyes to settle on me.She blinks and