Chapter 115

Bella When I woke up, everything around me was dark and cramped. The space was tight, pressing against my shoulders, and it didn’t take long to realize I was moving. My body jolted with each bump of the road, and when I tried to lift my hand, it hit against something hard. I started banging on it, desperate for a response, but no one answered. Panic rose in my chest, fast, sharp, suffocating. I was in a moving car, trapped in what felt like the trunk. I didn’t know where they were taking me, but every instinct screamed that wherever it was, it would be far worse than where Dylan had kept me. My throat burned as I cried, calling for my wolf, but she didn’t respond. She hadn’t for a long time. It was like she was gone—broken, just like me. The car came to an abrupt stop, throwing me slightly forward. I clamped a trembling hand over my mouth to stifle a sob, tears streaking down my filthy face. Then came the sound of metal hinges creaking, the trunk opening. The sudden light stabbed