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.

in this not having enough foresight to see the scales tipping entirely out his favor. He wouldn’t have any control much

new guards came in and I looked at the door and the frame, 3 inches of

lost enough weight to get out the small window in the cell but it was probably, if they had any sense. of security, a straight drop into the ocean. It wasn’t in the main house for sure, in fact, I think it was connected

suspicion I was becoming immune to the silver. I don’t believe Simon had time

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

he wouldn’t say anything just come down the stairs and peer at me through the glass I’m sure

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already noticed a new set of guards here and there larger and much more stern, I did not doubt that their pockets were newly lined and their loyalties changed. He was a smart man he knew the ice was thin for Marcus with his pack, so many had been massacred

the camera, and snap a wire off I was weak but I can still do 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

for the 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

my plan was indeed going to take time, I didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary, and I didn’t trust Deacon to not kill me to break my husband and force a surrender. My life

plan against my family. The time for waiting was over I now

hit and it was too shallow I’d die if I looked down and there were rocks I’d have to

I could do this on a night when Deacon wasn’t there and

had a chance.

it. I had to have faith blind faith that this would work. Otherwise I was good as dead, Deacon would

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

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

is allowed to be happy on the seldom occansion she finds a

looked over the cage quickly he knew what I was referring to instantly.

be stupid Annette,” he looked at

“I won’t be,”