Justin’s POV:
I can feel myself regaining consciousness slowly. My head throbs as I tense my neck up a bit to move my head around. The pain from these silver chains around my ankles and wrists is enough to make me want to cry, but I have to push past it. I have been through training where they pushed me to my breaking point, but I hoped that I would never have to use that training in real life. That training only left us in a situation like this for roughly a week, and honestly, I cannot tell you how long I have been here or how many gallons of wolfsbane I have ingested during this time. The top of my hand hurts more an usual, so I assume they have put in an I.V. of wolfbane to keep me weak.
I hear a door swing open and some female voices echoing through the room. I try to act as though
