Hayley's POV

The room was heavy, and the darkness of it clung to damp wood and old fear. Aiden and I slouched against each other, our shackled wrists rubbing from face to torso as the candle flame of hope fluttered in a gust. The cult had us, but we are not them yet.

While my fingers strained against the thick cords binding them, thoughts raced through that panicked mind of mine, looking for a way out. The words of the cult leader threatened to haunt me too, but I shook them off. We needed to concentrate on the getaway before getting back to the pack with our findings.

The door...