MILICENT
The first thing I felt when I woke was pain. Like fire buried under the skin kind of pain. The air stank of damp wood, rust, and wolfsbane and every breath I pulled into my lungs tasted like poison.
My wrists were still bound and my body felt like lead, every muscle aching when I even thought about moving. The wolfsbane wasn’t wearing off. It was working, sinking into every vein, dragging me down like I was drowning in tar.
I shifted, just a fraction, and agony lanced through me so strong it ripped a sound from my throat I didn’t even recognize. My wolf was still silent and the emptiness of it scared me more than the chains, more than the rogues outside laughing like they didn’t have a girl chained up in here.
Their voices were rough slurred, full of mean joy. “Another round!
