Author's POV
Christina stumbled as she was dragged forward, blindfolded, and bound. The rough grip of the rogues pulling her was relentless, their mocking laughter reverberating through her ears.
Her legs hurt, especially her knees, where they had grazed the floor as they dragged her. She felt very weak and had lost a lot of blood, but they didn't care. As soon as they took her to their camp, they put a cloth over her eyes and waited for a short while before they came to attend to her again. All of a sudden, they were moving.
Every step felt heavier. She didn't know where they were heading or coming from. And for some reason, she could not transform, which made her even more scared. Her wolf stirred uneasily, growling in frustration at being helpless.
The blindfold soaked up her sweat,
