Adira’s POV
I lay curled up in the dark cell with the cold stone floor pressing against my skin. I felt weak because of the odd energy that hummed from the thick shackles that tied my wrists. They refused to shatter no matter how hard I pulled.
Time had slipped my mind. Days? Hours? I was confined within Seraphina's stronghold, distant from the Crimson Pack and anybody who could assist me, and that was all I knew.
The raging rage inside of me was the only thing preventing me from losing it.
I had been taken by Caspian.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing away the painful memory. There was no time for heartache now. I needed to leave this place.
The sound of footsteps filled the stone corridor. I tensed as I sat up.
A rogue showed up grinning. "Are you still alive? Amazing.
I didn't an
