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.

enough to include Deacon in this not having enough foresight to see the scales tipping entirely out his favor. He wouldn’t have any control much longer in fact I could see Deacon killing

in my cell and waited for the door to the room to open. The new guards came in and I looked at the door and the frame, 3

worries I had 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

but I felt my strength returning bit by bit. I had a bit of suspicion I was becoming immune to the silver. I don’t believe Simon had time to test its effects

liked to be thorough, not because he wanted to be safe, but because it had to

down the stairs and peer at me through the glass I’m sure to check I was still there. He knew he had

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Chapter 112

He was a smart man he knew

did that I could sneak some silver injections off the guards- one of Deacon’s suggestions, instead of only Simon having

I’d have to pop the window open. Another challenge but one I could manage I had to get a large piece of sharp

didn’t trust Deacon to not kill me to break my husband

to be a piece of plan against my family. The time for waiting was over I now had to move

the cliche of ripping up my sheets to repel down to 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

night when Deacon wasn’t there and there

had a chance.

that statement but I had to believe in it. I had to have faith blind faith that this would work. Otherwise I was good as dead, Deacon would kill me coming back.

on my bed looking out at the guards heads. Simon poked

his evil plan is starting to

allowed to be happy on the seldom occansion

cage quickly he knew what I was referring

Annette,” he looked at me pleadingly.

“I won’t be,”