Elara'S POV
“Elara?”
Orion’s voice filled the small holding cell. I cracked open my swollen eyelids and saw him on the other side of the glass wall, gazing back at me. His brow furrowed.
“Am I speaking to my sister Elara or to the beast inside of her?”
I licked my dry, cracked lips, trying to make sense of his words. Was he talking about the wolf shifter part of me? My head pounded as I attempted to organize my thoughts. I gave up, surrendering to the weariness and pain.
“It’s me, Orion,” I said.
He nodded, once.
“I…” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for all of this.”
“Get me out of here.” My voice was raw and scratchy from all the screaming I’d done in the past few… days? My sense of time was completely gone.
“I can’t.” Orion’s jaw clenched. “I won’t. But I also need you to
