Isabella’s POV

I gradually opened my eyelid. I took a look around my besiege. I was still in this damn cell, napping on the cold floor.

Father was too cruel. He locked me up and treated me like a criminal. I was his daughter for goodness’ sake! Why did he have to torment his only daughter? He wouldn’t even allow me to meet my mates. He refused to let me see them. I loathed him.

I was cold. My entire body was freezing. I tried to use my werewolf earshot to figure out how many guards were keeping tabs on me, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel my wolf either....