When I came to later, it was almost completely dark. I was on a bed somewhere; I could tell from the sound the mattress made when I moved. My body throbbed. I slowly got up and stumbled around. It was easy to tell I was in a cell after my hands had slid across at least five bars. My head pounded, and I could not think clearly. What was going on? Where was I? Then it hit me, the memory of Max’s cold, dark eyes right before he punched me. I have to get out of here. Fear was running through my body. My legs felt like they were going to give way. He must have used wolfsbane on me. It was not enough that he shot up a*****e and killed at least three wolves; he knocked me out and drugged me. Where is Stone? Did Max kill him? My foot tripped over something, and I heard a noise.
“Stone, is that yo
