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Keelin POV I am not entirely sure how much time has passed, I woke up in this seemingly normal bed room. My leg is chained to the large bed post on my wrists are loosely chained together. The bed in one corner with silky black sheets and comforter has become my new prison, there is a small dresser in the other corner that holds nothing. The worst part of the room is the giant photo of Lupin directly across from the bed. If only I could reach it and scratch this version of his stupid face up. I think I am under ground because I have not seen a single window so far or any hint of sunlight. Taking mental notes of every smell, sight, and sound I possibly can. I still cant reach my wolf and whatever dark side of me that would be screaming for blood right now. I am starting to wonder how lon
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