#Chapter 227: Shreds of Humanity

Ella The dim light of the garage cast long shadows across the room, amplifying the feeling of dread that gripped me. I was still tied steadfastly to the chair, my wrists chafed from the ropes, and my wolf was still fast asleep. No matter how much I tried to call out to her in my mind, it was no use; she was nowhere to be found. “Ema!” I cried out mentally, pleading with her to offer guidance, assistance, or even her company during these terrifying moments. “Please, I need you now!” Of course, there was no response. And something told me that there wouldn’t be a response anytime soon. If what Marina said was true, and she really did plan on having both Logan and me killed as soon as he set foot in this garage, then perhaps I would die without my wolf by my side. And that thought alone was absolutely horrifying. Jet, Logan’s car racing rival somehow turned hitman, still stood in front of me, his face partially hidden beneath the brim of his hat. I studied him in the darkne