Juliette’s POV
Darkness presses against my eyelids long before I manage to open them. My first thought is that I am buried underground, because the air tastes old and dead. My second thought is pain, sharp and immediate, crawling from the back of my skull to the rest of my body like a warning. I try to move, but cold metal bites into my wrists. My arms are pulled back, chained to something solid behind me.
Panic flickers in my chest, but I force myself to breathe as I steady my thoughts. I have been taken. The intruder made the first move. And now I am locked away somewhere far from Dorian and Bryan, somewhere far from the pack and from anyone who might help me. I swallow tightly and open my eyes.
The room is a cavern lit by dim torches. Shadows cling to everything like vultures waiting
