Ella's POV:
The warehouse held nothing but a bucket of cold water and a pile of animal hides.
With the silver cuffs binding my wrists together, even the simplest movements were difficult. Every time the salt water touched my wounds, pain shot through me.
Brian stood guard outside the door. Twice, I asked him how Ben was doing. Both times, he ignored the question and told me to work faster.
Outside the window, the howls were growing closer.
I tried to calm the wolves, but the silver cuffs burned so fiercely that my whole body shook. Every time I managed to summon even a little of my power, the cuffs suppressed it again.
A gunshot suddenly cut through Brian's complaints.
A heartbeat later, the watchtower alarm began to blare.
I braced myself against the wall and struggled to my feet.
