When Freya opened her eyes everything felt dizzy and her sight was blurry. Her head pounded and she felt like she needed a drink, her hands and feet were bound and she tried to use her strength but the rope stung and she growled. Werewolves hated being bound or being in captivity, she didn’t know why the person captured them but she hoped the person didn’t want to kill then off immediately, Was the person a student was it an hunter. Freya hated hunters they were like flies and they never stopped hunting. The person who captured them knew what they were. It must have been the person who injected the virus. She struggled again but the ropes held, they hurt her skin badly which wasn’t supposed to be unless they were laced with……wolfsbane. She groaned and said it took all her willpower not to
