Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 112

Annette POV

With the weeks I’d been here they seem to have relaxed and loosened tongues. They weren’t on any pack lands but at a retreat of some sort. I think someone’s vacation home. They must be loaning it off of a richer pack.

It wasn’t Deacon that I could tell I thought I heard Marcus say to Deacon that it wasn’t his and to leave. Those two seemed to be in a long power struggle but I knew who would win. I had to get out of here before that happened. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if it weakened my husband and I wouldn’t let that happen.

From what I could tell from my small window there was a cliff behind my cell. I had to gain my strength and wait for

an opportunity but if I escaped my cell I could get out of here at night.

My strength had slowly been returning to me not enough to be much in a fight but unfortunately for them, I saw

where the tranquilizer was kept. Next time they’ll know to not keep it so close to me.

There were smaller men guarding me on Thursday nights and instead of Marcus watching me Simon was in charge and I had a feeling he didn’t have the stomach to attack me. I was shocked he had the stomach to hold me against my will

at all.

Simon didn’t seem cruel or deranged enough to be alright with this and the green hue that painted his face when he had to drug me didn’t tell me he was comfortable with this situation.

I tried to poke at him but he never faltered it made me wonder what Marcus had on him to get him to do all of this. It was obviously Simon behind the injections that kept my wolf and me apart. There was no way Marcus had developed.

them.

to see the scales tipping entirely out his favor. He wouldn’t have any control much longer in fact I could see Deacon killing him. Only

cell and waited for the door to the room to open. The new guards came in and I looked at the door and

they had any sense. of security, a straight drop

a bit of suspicion I was becoming immune to

liked to be thorough, not because he wanted to be safe, but because it had to be perfect. That might be my resentment towards

in my escape plan was Deacon he would show up unannounced and he wouldn’t say anything just come down the stairs and peer at me through the glass I’m sure to check I was still there. He knew he

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changed. He was a smart man he knew the ice was thin for Marcus with his pack, so many had been massacred in the war. They didn’t trust his

that. If I did that I could sneak some silver injections off the guards- one of Deacon’s suggestions, instead of only Simon having access they now all carried them to put me down in seconds if need be- and inject one. He’ll just

nightshift guards to fall asleep and the men in the monitor room won’t want to wake the technician so they’d wait on the camera until morning. From there I’d have to pop the window open. Another challenge but one I could manage I had to get a large piece of sharp metal. My bedframe could do well enough but I couldn’t break it apart without them knowing

take time, I didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary, and I didn’t trust Deacon to not kill me to

of plan against my family. The time for waiting

the water I had to jump and that was where the biggest risk lied. If I hit and it was too shallow I’d die if I looked down and there were rocks I’d have to climb back in. It was the leap of faith in

on a night when Deacon wasn’t there and there was

had a chance.

believe in it. I had to have faith blind faith that this would work. Otherwise

my bed looking out at the guards heads. Simon poked his head around

too happy or he might believe his evil plan is starting to work,” he

be happy on the seldom occansion she finds a

what I was referring to instantly. He was very quick and I knew that.

stupid Annette,” he looked

“I won’t be,”