{Vivienne’s P.O.V.}
After I roused myself out of oblivion, my senses returned, and I found nothing made sense at all. My body felt weak, my head felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds, and my skin burned as if I were a roasted chicken on a spit. What in the world was happening to me?
Tempest? I called out to my wolf. Nothing. Tempest? Are you there? Still nothing. Where was she? “Mmm …” I winced when I tried to move. I lifted my hands but soon realized that I couldn’t. I tried again but to no avail. I heard a sound, repetitively, whenever I moved my hands; it dawned on me that my hands were shackled together. I felt my consciousness coming back, and I summoned every last bit of willpower I had to open my eyes when I started to hear voices.
