"Yes... help me bring her over..." a strained, hoarse female voice said from under the light. "I won't do anything to her. I'll let her leave the wolf pack."
CLICK. The call ended.
Lynn Fletcher raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and let out a long breath. She glanced at her screen; there were fourteen missed calls.
They were all from Nathan Fletcher.
She pressed her lips together and, without the slightest hesitation, blocked Nathan Fletcher and turned off her phone.
She looked up at her newly rented room in one of the city's urban villages.
The paint was peeling from the walls. The room contained only a creaky wooden bed, no windows, and a single old lightbulb that flickered from time to time.
Lynn Fletcher closed her eyes and slowly lay down on the wooden bed. A faint smile played on her lips as she placed a hand over her heart and murmured, 'I will recover...'
