Chapter 10：“Lessons”

Cynthia’s POV

“Where are you taking me?” I ask fearfully as the maids drag me through the halls.

I haven’t been to this part of the pack house yet, I don’t think. Vikrov’s only taken me through the main hallways. If I had to guess, I’m being dragged somewhere into the maid’s quarters. These look like servant hallways.

Annette just laughs cruelly as my expression contorts from the pain of her handling me. “You’ll see. Don’t worry about it.”

They throw me to the floor in front of large double doors that swing open both ways. I struggle back to my feet, but my wounds have reopened, and I can smell the blood starting to seep through my clothes. The maids look at me in disgust as I stand up.

“What are you waiting for?” Beth snaps. “Go inside.”

Incredibly suspicious of the maids, I hesitate as I shove open the double doors.

I’m not sure what sort of torture I was expecting, but the massive, industrial-size kitchen in front of me certainly isn’t it.

It’s a massive kitchen, easily suited to