The second Elara woke up, she knew something wasn’t right.
The smell of the air was too clean. The light was too dim. What sent shivers down her spine wasn’t just the cold stone floor beneath her; it was the silence. Not the kind that made you feel safe, but rather a one that creaked danger.
She sat up, her wrists throbbing from the abrasive ropes that had tied her hands. Now, they were free. But that didn’t comfort her.
Someone had untied her.
Somebody who wanted her to leave there on her own.
She squinted in the darkness, the only light a dull silver sliver cutting through the bar across the window above. The moon was high. Almost full.
Elara’s breath hitched. Her wolf shifted inside her body, it felt exactly what her mind did to try and keep hidden.
She wasn’t alone.
She rose to
