Chapter 75

Daphne

I don’t know how long I’ve been in this cell.

The darkness is so thick it feels alive—pressing against my eyes, crawling into my lungs.

I can’t tell if it’s day or night. I can’t even tell if I’m still sane.

It was a terrible isolation made only for criminals and somehow, I had become one of them.

I held my knee close to my chest. Was Zach searching for me?

He must have found out I was gone, but it would be too hard to know where I am.

The spell in the detention blocks off scents, and even bonds. I couldn’t feel the bond, and it wasn’t like before when I could still feel the tiniest bit of it in its weak state. This time, it was completely cut out.

Nothing at all.

They were going to kill me.

Quietly. Secretly.

Like I had never existed.

And when it was done, the pack would finally breathe in peace—relieved that the cursed girl was gone.

“Zach,” I called quietly. “Where are you?”

I know I