Chapter Sixty-Four - Living The Nightmare

Amy’s POV

This couldn’t be happening to me, it just couldn’t. These days I actually wanted to be around Kane. Even Misha was used to the idea of allowing Rhett to fuss over her and whatever else our inner beings did together.

It boggled my mind, something I’d seldom thought about before, whereas the question of what happened to them after we passed had always exercised me. Not even Dad knew the answer and his wolf had not spoken to me in years.

I really needed him now, the one who counselled me after yet another unjust punishment.

Lorenzo, please help me.

Thinking about it later, I realised I must have been drugged to the point of hysteria. That sharp prick on my arm. Of course.

As for the Alpha of the defunct Black Hills pack, I had vowed never to say his name – not even in my thoughts – and I never would. Stacey had helped me with an erasing spell. I missed her, too, so much.

Gloria, my captor, had some of the reddest lipstick I’d ever seen. She was in her forties and looked a