Ryland POV
The first flicker of life is the twitching of her fingers. Her lacerations slowly close as our blood moves through her veins, sealing every wound. I glance around the room, searching for something to free myself. Only concrete walls stare back, a single chain hanging in the center of the room. The steel door is the only exit besides the too-small grate in the floor.
A low predator growl stops my search. My eyes snap to Evelyn on the ground as her heartbeat kicks in—once, then again. Steady thumps echo through the room as every cell in her body reawakens.
“That’s it, baby. Wake up,” I urge, trying to nudge her with my foot.
She growls again, the sound of something feral. I hear her sniff the air. Claws push from her nailbeds, shredding her fingernails as her fingers stretch u
