[Ryder]
A low growl rumbled from my chest, echoing in the damp, empty cell. My stomach twisted painfully, an audible reminder of how long I'd been left to starve. My arms were stretched out, chained to the stone wall on either side of me. I tugged experimentally against the restraints, testing their strength, though I already knew they wouldn't budge.
The memories came pouring in—My rut. Celeste! My last memory involved latching onto her. 'What did I do? Did I hurt her or maybe worse?' My heart raced as I strained against the chains, the metal biting into my wrists.
"Elvis!" I shouted hoarsely, my throat unbearably raw from growling nonstop. "Get in here, Elvis!"
The hunger that plagued my belly was impossible to ignore, especially now that my senses had returned. The easiest way
