Broken by Her Wolves

While I`ve been in Newhaven for days, I`ve barely seen the outside of my tent. Both my heat and my seemingly never-ending amnesia being to blame. Despite it all, I`ve decided to accept the men around me for what they are, at least in theory. Lucien is my magical bond, and the others are my mates. It`s that simple, right? Not so much, not when I find that I`m not a guest in Newhaven at all, but a prisoner. The moment my heat ends I`m ready to explore the pack, but I`m not even allowed ten steps away from my tent. Maverick claims it to be for the safety of his pack members, even for my mate`s own good, and yet it leaves me feeling like a feral animal. Despite my fated mates insisting that it`s only temporary, and to trust them, I can`t bring myself to believe it. All I can think is that I`ve escaped from one trap only to be ensnared in a new one of my own making.