Chapter 83

• Bellamy stirred with a sharp gasp, her lungs filling as if she had been drowning. Her eyelids fluttered open and she found herself lying on her bed, soft sheets under her palms instead of the cold ropes that had cut her skin.
• For a fleeting second, she thought it had been a nightmare, lifting her hand and seeing her wrist all healed up like nothing happened but the memory claws back violently.
• The growls. Men turning into wolves right in front of her eyes, eyes glowing like fire.