Locked up
Connor POV The first thing I became aware of was the pounding in my skull, the second thing was the cold hard concrete floor underneath me. I groaned as I tried to sit up, the pounding in my skull intensifying with each inch I moved. My throat felt raw as a cough rose from my lungs. After a solid minute of coughing, I spat out a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, before putting my head in my hands. “Connor?” my dad’s voice echoed through my head. “Dad?” I croaked out as I looked around my dismal surroundings. I appeared to be in a bare concrete cell with one wall being made up of metal bars. Crawling towards the bars, I could see similar cells across a narrow corridor, one containing my father. “Don’t touch the bars, they are silver and coated in wolfsbane.” He warns me and I stop sh
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