Leila's POV:
As I crouched down in the cold, dark cell, the weight of everything crashing down on me, I cursed the moment I ever fell for Drake. My chest tightened with a mix of pain and regret, and tears that I had been holding back for so long began to fall freely. How did it come to this? I didn't even notice when I had started to love him—truly love him. It wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to use the bond, not get caught in it myself.
Layla, my wolf, had warned me from the beginning. She had told me that manipulating the bond was a game I was bound to lose. But I hadn't listened. I had thought I could handle it, thought I could keep my heart out of it, but I was wrong. The bond had worked its magic, drawing me closer to Drake until the lines between manipulation and genuine affection blurred beyond recognition. And now, here I was, alone and broken, the very thing I had feared most coming to pass.
