Ann stared blankly at the open door in front of her.

She had already tried to break free with Maeve's help, but Narcissa had sauntered to the doorway and sniggered as she strained against the bonds helplessly. Eventually, Ann had given up and Narcissa returned to whichever room she had appeared from.

It was quite clear that even with their combined strength, there was no way that she was going to be able to get out of things this way.

The hope she had felt at the prospect of Adam figuring out where she was had all but disappeared. Perhaps Narcissa was right about the male shifters... particularly wolves. After...