Nellie´s POV
The darkness of the room at Moon's Fang enveloped me like a heavy blanket, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth I'd always associated with this pack. I'd fallen asleep after the confrontation with Claire, my body exhausted from the failed transformation attempt in the truck, the silver collar burning my neck as a constant reminder of my prison. The pain was a steady pulse, but sleep had claimed me, a temporary escape from the nightmare I found myself in. Clarissa, my wolf, was there, weak, her presence a distant murmur, smothered by the silver that blocked our connection. I slept, dreaming of Silver Creek, of Caleb, his ebony fur against mine, his warm, respectful embrace a cruel contrast to the coldness of this room. Then Clarissa stirred, her voice a low grow
