Third Person POV
She moaned. Her mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton balls and her head was throbbing painfully. It felt like she was moving incredibly fast, her head hanging low as she fought the urge to be sick. The ground rushed beneath her, and she could feel the wind sweeping over her, making her shiver violently. It was so cold. The night sky caused the shadows surrounding her to look particularly eerie and frightening. She stifled a sob. She could barely focus long enough to register where they were going, dimly aware that she had been tied to the back of a shifter in wolf form.
How long had she been unconscious? How had this happened? The last thing she remembered was speaking to that Chelsea girl and then Chelsea accidentally spilling champagne on her. They had gone to
