I'd stopped fighting long ago. Even if my wolf had intended to let me see where we were and where she was going, I had no desire to look because I already knew enough: she was taking us as far away from Hector Haworth as she could. I was aware of myself, of the way she had me locked into some dark basement of her mind, only after she began to think about retreating, and letting me have my body back. I almost didn't want it. Almost.
