Meg’s POV:
I’m not sure how long I have been away from my packland, I can’t speak to Lizzie, we have been kept dosed up in wolfsbane, along with silver shackles on my wrists and ankles. When I first woke, I could see the sky, clear blue and steady through the sails on a boat. The shadow of a man hovered over me, a sharp sting in my arm and everything went dark again.
When I next woke, I was in this cell, I haven’t left here since, at least, I don’t think I have. I still can’t feel Lizzie, but they aren’t dosing me the large amounts they did before, just enough to keep my wolf dormant, “You could have killed her!” the doctor raged at my captures, when she realised how much wolfsbane they had been giving me; they cowered, muttered “She is insane Doctor V!” and left the cell.
I have been
