Tristan's eyes fluttered open to inky darkness. His head throbbed as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The cold stone floor beneath him told him he was no longer hanging from whatever imprisonment he'd suffered before.
Panic gripped him as Tristan realized his wrists and ankles were tightly bound by coarse ropes. He struggled against the bindings, but they refused to give way. "W-where...?" he rasped out, his dry throat making it difficult to speak.
A raspy chuckle rang out, the sinister sound raising goosebumps on Tristan's flesh. A shadowy figure stepped into the flickering torchlight emanating from a sconce on the wall. "Welcome to my humble abode, Ravenswood," a gravelly voice sneered.
Tristan's breath caught in his chest as the figure's face morphed from man to beast befo
