CandiAnn POV
They had shoved me into one of the nastiest rooms I'd ever been in. It wasn't all that small - about the size of our common area at the packhouse - but it didn't look like it had seen any kind of cleaning in a very long time. And much worse than that, I could see various instruments of torture all around me, and all of it had dried blood and other various bits of matter stuck to it. I had an idea of what that matter might be, but I had absolutely no desire to dwell on that. It stunk to high heaven, which was just amplified by my wolf sense of smell. There were no windows, and the door was a heavy concrete slab. My gut instinct was that they had chosen to put me in this room to scare me. I was determined not to let it work, as wolves can smell fear and they didn't deserve a
