(So, what happened to Riana? Let’s get back to that)
It begins with a sound.
A slow, deliberate drip… drip… drip… echoing through darkness thick enough to taste.
Riana lying on her side, half-conscious, half-breathing, feeling as though the world had been folded in half and she’d been stuffed into the crease.
The floor beneath her was cold, just too cold. Not concrete. Not stone. Something far worse.
‘Pure metal’ Her Wolf, Geena whispered weakly.
Silver-laced steel infused with a suppressant serum that made the skin tingle and the bones ache. A material designed to render werewolves powerless.
‘Riana, get up’
This room wasn’t made to just trap werewolves. This room was built to contain someone like her.
Riana’s lashes fluttered.
Her vision swam.
Her ears
