Amelia stirred, her eyes slowly blinked open, confusion clouding her gaze as she tried to make sense of their surroundings. The memory of the attack and their capture flooded back, and with a gasp, she snapped to full consciousness. "Cassandra!"
She tried to make a move but the chains secured her to the cold stone walls, and the air reeked of dampness and despair. The name slipped past her lips in a frantic plea, her eyes darting around the room, searching for her friend.
Claire, who was slumped beside Cassandra, spoke up, her voice laced with exhaustion and worry. "She isn't conscious."
Amelia strained against her chains, her desperation clear. "What did they do to her?"
"The better question would be, what does he plan to do with us?" Claire replied.
Immediately, Amelia's wolf lunged
