Elysia's POV
The hands that lifted me were surprisingly gentle.
I hadn't expected that. Everything about this situation screamed danger. From the blindfold cutting into my temples, the strange voices around me, the lingering fog in my head from whatever they'd drugged me with.
But the grip on my arms was careful, almost hesitant, as if whoever held me was afraid of breaking something fragile.
"Where are you taking me?" My voice came out hoarse. I tried to pull away, but my legs wouldn't cooperate properly. They felt distant, like they belonged to someone else.
“Why is no one giving me a response?” I asked, my voice shaky and cracky as no one answered.
The floor felt so different as I was being pulled like an animal.
We were outside and my body was freezing so badly.
My wolf stirre
