***Oliver's POV***
I've woken up for the past several days completely alone in a dark room, devoid of windows or air vents. It's hot as s**t and I'm sticky with sweat. To make the situation worse, I feel a constant burning sensation on my ankles and wrists due to silver shackles keeping me locked in here.
I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been here, the hours dragging on aimlessly.
"Hey!" I call out for the millionth time, pulling at my chains and hissing in pain as the silver burns into my flesh. "Where the f**k am I? Show your faces you cowards."
After a few minutes of shouting, I become exhausted. Why am I so weak?
I catch my breath and a dark realization hits me. It’s been days since I’ve felt my wolf. What did they do to me?
Suddenly the door bursts open a
