***Aurora***
I gasp for air, my eyes shooting open to find myself laying on a cot in a cell with my ankle chained to the wall. My wounds were no longer spilling blood and I watch in awe as they begin to heal themselves, a bit of light peeking through the cuts before the wounds closed themselves together, leaving no trace of the horror I experienced. Panting, I raise my head a little to see Karina’s back turned to me as William drags Rosalie out onto the stone table still drenched in my blood.
Rosalie pleads with William, begging him to let her go, but he was only following orders. Oliver, on the other hand, is no help, his wolf laying calmly on the cool stone ground, watching the events unfold before him.
Directly across from my cell, Celina’s groans as she becomes alert, her grey eyes
