Chapter Sixty-One - Jessica

The pain in my face had begun to clear, but not before Jamie strapped me down to a silver-lined table. I’d never been told by the pack our weaknesses, but I knew when I touched the silver that it was on the list. Plus, I'd read too many werewolf novels not to realize the pain in my back was from silver on the table. The cabin she took me to was in the middle of nowhere, tucked away in the back corner of the field. I blinked back the tears lining my eyes, listening as she rummaged around the room. My wolf sensed the pack was near, but it didn’t stop the fear in my body. I had no idea what she would do to me. What if I fought her? Would she beat me? Kill me and collect my blood that way? Did I need to be alive for her to get what she wanted from me? “What do you want from me?” I asked into the noise of her moving around. “It’s a funny thing how bloodlines work, ya know? I grew up in Slade Springs. I lived not too far from your mother. Did I ever tell you that?" “You knew my mother?