Waking up was one of the most dreadful and unpleasant processes of my life. There was no fog, no cloud of confusion over what happened or where I was.
I remembered, and I knew.
I was currently lying on top of a hard, narrow bed in a very small room with a fist-sized window.
I knew.
And I didn"t even need to open my eyes to verify it. The smell of Pine-Sol had my stomach jittering and fluttering like the entire insect kingdom took up residency inside.
I tried taking deep breaths for a moment to calm myself down. I needed to think clearly, I needed to think past the panicked screams inside my head.
My stomach roiled and churned, a tempest on an angry sea.
A shifter—a doppelgänger, a born vampire/wolf, a rejected, and a mixed breed. They were celebrating their victory—their catch—with
