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Garrett's words sink in, and I struggle not to start screaming. As much as I hate Garrett, I know he is telling the truth. Scott chose to save Liam.

I can't blame him though. Liam is his beta, part of his pack. Liam is useful. Unlike me. Everyone could care less if I was ever rescued.

"I offered him a trade. He can only save one of you, and he gives me Violet. He didn't even argue. Just asked where Liam was." Garrett explains.

I clench my jaw. But there still might be hope. Maybe, just maybe, Scott will find me. If Garrett doesn't kill me first.

"But," Garrett begins again, mischief gleaming in his blue eyes. "I'm going to tell Scott where you are."

My breath hitches in my throat. Garrett smiles at me as my eyes widen. Did I hear him right? He's going to tell Scott where I am?

"Wh-why?" I stutter out, and immediately regret it. Garrett throws his head back and laughs, I shiver.

"Did you not hear me before I knocked you out?" Garrett asks. I close my eyes and think back to his words. Then it hits me. Garrett speaks again. "You're bait, Jessica."

Bait. Bait for Scott. Scott is going to come rescue me, and Garrett is going to do something to him. He tilts his head at me and my face burns.

"He won't go down that easy," I snarl, staring Garrett down. And I know it's true. Scott is too smart to just come get me without backup. Garrett's too weak to fight off an alpha and his pack.

"We'll see, Jessica," He smiles coldly and backs away. I try to keep my breath even. Scott is coming. Scott is coming.

With Garrett gone, it's only the voice in my head that keeps me awake. Scott is coming. Scott is coming.

Time passes agonizingly slow when you're laying on the ground of an unfinished house. Well, there's really no way to tell time except the amount of light illuminating the walls around you.

My stomach growls loudly. I haven't eaten anything in forever. The last meal I can remember is an apple I ate before going on that run with Liam and Mason. How I miss that apple.

I lick my lips. They're parched. Even with the lack of food, the lack of water is worse. Not to mention I don't even have to pee. Which is bad. I need water.

I struggle once more against the ropes that bind me. My hands are held together underneath me with a frail rope. Maybe I can somehow untie it.

The rope scratches against my wrists as I wiggle my hands in every way possible. Then, I feel something. Not a big something. Small. But just as important.

A tear. A tear in the rope. I cry out in joy and move my hands around in a desperate attempt to break it. I pull, pull, and SNAP!

The rope gives away between my hands and slingshots to the side. My burning wrists flood with relief and I gasp.

I yank my hands out from under me and immediately start unwrapping the bonds around my torso. I'm still in the clothes I was running in. They're filthy. I nearly gag as I shake off the ropes and sit up.

My shoulders ache as I stretch out my arms and legs. I try to stand, but my legs wobble. I crawl towards what I think is a door. Where Garrett entered, at least.