Gritting her teeth, Bella remained silent as she sat in front of Bulun. The man was staring lovingly at her, and it almost made her gag just imagining him having his way with her.
[I have to get out of this,] Bella inwardly thought to herself. [There's no way that I'll even wait for Amon to get himself into a trap.]
[And while I wholeheartedly agree, how exactly are we going to do that?] Poona questioned. [We have no tools, and you can't shift your forms to even try and get out of this mess.]
Bella shook her head. As much as she wanted to say otherwise, her inner wolf was correct in her assessments. She knew she had the power to try and fight back, but the spell keeping her docile was still firmly in effect. Before anything else, this spell had to go. Otherwise, there was no way that she'd be able to escape on her own.
[I have to get rid of the spell first,] Bella concluded. [Anything else can follow.]
