Layla’s POV
I woke to pain.
Cold stone was pressed into my cheek and my wrists stung. I opened my eyes to see that my wrists had been bound above my head with silver laced restraints that burned every time I moved. The air smelled damp, old, like earth that hadn’t seen light in years.
I forced my body to move.
The entire place was dark. The only source of light I could see was a torch from across where I sat that kept flickering along carved walls.
They hadn’t brought me somewhere temporary. This wasn't anywhere in Jaxon's pack.
This was a lair. Their lair and I wondered how they had managed to bring me here.
I tested the restraints slowly, carefully. The silver hummed against my skin, warning me not to try anything foolish. They knew that the silver was harmful to me.
My head
