Elara'S POV
Startling awake, I bolted upright. My head pounded and my vision tilted as I took in the iron-barred cage, the thick chains at my wrists and ankles that threaded through the bars, and the sparse lantern glowed in the cavern. I must have passed out because I sure as hell hadn’t fallen asleep.
I tested my wolf strength against the chains. They groaned but held. f**k! Even if I shifted, I’d probably be trapped in this cage. I could really use my wand right about now—except it was lying in the forest somewhere. I was so pissed at myself for dropping it. Again. If—when—I got out of here, I was going to remedy that ongoing problem.
Three figures approached the cage. The one in the middle I recognized. Maddox. He took out a key and unlocked the door which opened with an ear-gratin
