Karren’s POV
I woke up and the first thing I noticed was the light.
It's already dawn.
The sunlight reflected on my face from the open curtain, it didn't even give me a chance to open my eyes well.
I pushed myself up from the floor and rolled my shoulders. Pain rippled down my back, I had shifted to my normal form while asleep.
My chest still burned faintly.
I moved to the door, trying the handle. It was locked, as expected. I slammed a fist into it once. Twice. Then again. Nothing. Reinforced.
I stared at it, my breath shallow, my heart slowly climbing into rage. But rage was no use here. Not anymore.
Let them believe they had won.
I walked back toward the far side of the room, behind a massive oak shelf. There, hidden beneath a thin fur rug, was a narrow crack on the floor, camo
