Chapter 2: A Painful Journey

 “What did I do to you?” I screamed, my voice hoarse, desperate for some answer, some flicker of humanity from my father’s Beta. But David’s face was stone-cold, void of any trace of empathy. He didn’t even glance at me.With mechanical indifference, he took a briefcase from the bearded man and turned his back, as if I were already a distant memory. I clenched my teeth, vowing silently that if I survived this, I would come back for him. One day, I would make him feel every ounce of betrayal he had given me.I felt the unyielding bite of silver on my wrists and ankles, binding me, draining any chance I might have had of escaping. The men shoved me into the back of the truck, where two other strangers held me down with callous strength. I knew I didn’t stand a chance against them. I was helpless, forced to endure whatever came next.The journey dragged on, and the air grew colder with each mile. I had no clothes to shield me from the chill, no wolf to heat my blood. Eventually, my body began to tremble uncontrollably, each shiver cutting deeper into my bruised skin.One of the men seemed to take pity on me, tossing a filthy, tattered blanket over my shoulders. I clung to it despite its grime, grateful for any small comfort. My skin burned from the wounds I had collected, and I knew they would take longer to heal without my wolf’s power. I prayed silently, my only hope that they wouldn’t fester and worsen.