Isla POV
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A throbbing pain echoed across her skull, in time to her pounding heart, as Isla groaned awake. Her whole body felt stiff and uncooperative, but it slowly bent to her will. A sharp pain rode across the nape of her neck as she lifted her head from her chest. With blurry squinting eyes she peered around the room to figure out her surroundings. With no windows, she had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but it was a nice small room, like a lounge or an office. Certainly not what she had expected to wake up to after attacking the enemy pack. Neither would she have expected anything this nice if she had been caught by her pursuers. If this was Silver Claw, she guessed a dingy cell would be more likely, or possibly just locked in the Alpha’s house with a constant guard on
