“Let me go!” I snarled, thrashing against the iron grip of the masked wolves dragging me through the thick forest. My wrists burned where the rope cut into my skin, but I ignored the pain.
“Struggle all you want,” one of the captors sneered, his voice rough. “No one is coming for you.”
Draven. I clenched my teeth, willing my thoughts toward him. He would come. He had to.
The trees thinned, revealing the mouth of a cave shrouded in thick vines. My captors shoved me forward. The air inside was cold and damp, carrying the metallic tang of blood. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting eerie shadows.
“Move,” the wolf behind me barked, nudging me with the hilt of his blade.
I stumbled but kept my chin high. I wasn’t going to show weakness. Not now. Not ever again.
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