The Wrong Prey

Valerie's POV

My wrists burned.

Rope biting deep into my skin.

But I didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow.

The second the door slammed, I started working on the rope again—twisting, pulling, letting my claws push through.

I kept at it until I felt the snap.

The rope frayed.

Then gave.

I pulled one hand free. Then the other. Shaky. Weak.

But free.

I didn’t waste time. Reached down behind the chair, fingers tre