I woke in a cold sweat. Rubbing my tired eyes, I scanned my surroundings. A jail cell. Great.
I tried to get up, but rope bonds held me back. Slumping down, I breathed out in a sigh. Then my eyes caught sight of another person in the cell.
Luna.
She wasn't looking well. Departure from the hospital was not helping. I eyed her pale skin, her scars - old and new - and her breathing. Very faintly, I could sense her body was close to giving in. Not very close, but close enough. I knew what had happened.
Luna was in a coma.
The metal doors of the cell swung open. I spun my neck around, trying to see this person... Or werewolf. Whichever.
This person had a kinda cape thing on. A hood covered his/her face and hair, making it impossible to distinguish the gender. I'm probably being sexist, bu
