(Kaelen)
I wake to stone and dark and the particular silence of somewhere underground.
Not complete dark — there's a crack of light under a door somewhere to my left, thin and yellow and not enough to see by properly. I lie still and take inventory the way Joss taught me: body first, then environment, then options. Don't move until you know what moving costs.
Body: left shoulder throbbing where the dart hit. Wrists sore — not chained, which surprises me, then doesn't. Dorian knows wolfsbane. He knows I'm not going anywhere on my own. Chains would be an insult to the effort he's put into this.
Legs: present, heavy. The wolfsbane isn't fully out yet. I can feel it in the edges of everything — that muffled quality, like the world is coming through something between me and it.
My wolf.
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