Dunya’s POV
It’s dark.
Dark, cold and for some reason the back of my head hurts like crazy. I try to open my eyes, but when I do, I still can’t see anything. I try to reach out and sooth my throbbing head, but notice that my hands are restrained and I hear a clacking sound. Wtf...
How did I get here? Is this another dream? I’ve never had dreams like this... I try to yank my hands apart, but the chains keep holding them together.
Okay Dunya, focus...
My eyes barely adjust to the darkness when I see the metal cuffs around my wrists and legs. Of course, they’re silver ones. They don’t hurt me like they would hurt a normal werewolf, so at least that’s good. But I still can’t seem to break free of them...
Are they perhaps enchanted? But that means, I may be capable of breaking free of
