The Third Person's POV

　　Down in the cell, Narine tries to close out the horrid sensory spell Morgan has put on her prison. She can hear, sometimes see and sometimes smell, different parts of pack life. It was a never ending torture, and she had about enough of it.

　　The first few days here, she tried her siren calling song to catch that fool of an ex mate, so he would help her escape. But to her regret, it didn't work. She heard pack gossip about how distraught their second beta seemed since he and the second gammas mates had fallen into a coma. At least some of her plan...