Chapter 165 Layla's Pov

• I woke up to great discomfort. I could not move my body. I looked down my stomach immediately where there seemed to be a restraint and I realized I was tied to a tree.
• Panic clawed at my throat like a starving beast as I looked around. Disoriented, I blinked furiously against the harsh cold, the world a blurry mess of green and brown. My head throbbed a dull ache that pulsed with every frantic beat of my heart.
• My breath hitched as I tried to move, only to be met with a sickening realization. My wrists burned – a rope, thick and rough, digging into my skin and binding me to the rough bark of a giant oak. The fibers bit deep, sending a fresh wave of panic crashing over me.