Layla glanced at the imposing gates of Bloodmoon's Mansion. She knew that she wasn't trapped in a cage, that she wasn't in the basement of some hideaway that no one could get to her. And that this house was a far cry from the dungeon that Auburn had his wolves keep her prisoner in, with the scent of blood and wolfsbane and silver all around her.
But she felt imprisoned all the same.
And unlike the last time, where escape had been her goal, whether someone was going to come and rescue her or not, she didn't have that same goal here. She couldn't. If she even tried to escape, there was no doubt in her mind that Auburn would make an example to her. That someone would suffer the effects of his anger, and she knew that it wasn't going to be her. But he knew exactly where her pack was, where her family was.
