Celeste’s P.O.V

Panic bled through my veins when the reality of the situation that I was in dawned on me. Not Nigel. Not this beast for crying out loud.

A scream ripped from my throat. “Help. Somebody help me. Help!” I pounded my fist on the car’s window, tears streaming down my face.

The car made a U-turn, heading towards Nigel’s pack. There was no way that this was happening. This had to be a nightmare but if it was, why wasn't I waking up from it?

However, before I could let out another cry, something hard wrapped around my neck, pulling me back to the chair as it restricted...