RAYNE
"Alpha Rogan, at your service."
Those words were on a loop playing in the back of my mind. They echoed over and over until they lost all meaning.
I remembered the pain I felt when the arrow struck me, the black veins of the poison as it crawled up my arm.
The darkness that came afterward.
When my eyes finally burst open, I was met with more darkness. I was lying on a cold stone floor.
The air smelled of damp earth and stale minerals.
I tried to sit upright, but my arms wouldn't move more than a few inches. A sharp hiss erupted from my wrists as the skin met silver.
I looked up, my eyes finally adjusting to the dark. My hands were shackled in silver chains, bolted to a rock wall high above my head.
The silver was burning into my flesh like acid.
"Mia?" I called out into
