Aria POV
Everything hurt.
I woke to darkness and the smell of old blood. Mine and others'. My head throbbed, my ribs screamed with every breath, and when I tried to move, I discovered my hands were bound behind my back with silver-laced rope that burned against my skin.
Memory came flooding back in fragments. Kieran carrying me from the ruins. The pack's shocked faces. Getting into a vehicle. Then nothing. Someone had drugged me. Or hit me hard enough to knock me unconscious.
Panic clawed at my throat before training kicked in. First rule of captivity: assess your situation. I was sitting on a cold concrete floor, back against a wall. The air smelled damp and stale, basement or cellar. My weapons were gone, including the backup knife I kept in my boot. Whoever had taken me knew what th
