Aria
I’m pacing the damn room like a caged animal. It feels like I’ve been at it for hours, though maybe it’s just been minutes…I can’t tell anymore. This room is huge, sure, a king-sized bed, a couch, and that’s about it, but it feels like a prison. The windows? Sealed shut, probably to keep me from trying to pull some s**t and dive out.
And don’t even get me started on the boredom. No TV, no phone, and thanks to those assholes, I can’t even mind-link Mia or Lily. Why? Because the walls are freaking coated in wolfsbane liquid, like some kind of sadistic paint job. The s**t’s not just cutting off my connection to them, it’s sapping my strength too. My wolf, Gail, is practically whimpering in the back of my mind. I need to get out of here before she’s gone for good.
The door swings open
