Chapter 102

Angela's POV I slowly come around to my senses, but everything, with the inclusion of my memory is only a hazy blur. And why on earth is my back attached to something so cold? I try to shake the uncomfortable feeling away, trying to move out of whatever that is that is behind me, but then I find out that my movements were restricted and my hands were cuffed around my back. Definitely means that the cold thing I was feeling against me was the pole that my hands were cuffed around. Great, just great. But how did I get into this situation again? My head hurt as I tried hard to think about the events that had occurred leading to this. How did all this happen to me? Then slowly, it all began to come back, my memory of the last events trickling in. An improvement, but still. sandra's Burgundy Convertible. Us getting into it. sandra driving us away. Davis mind linking sandra, telling her to return us to the pack house as soon as possible— no, immediately. sandra turning the car aroun