Vivian's eyes fluttered open as a sharp sting pierced her temple. The memories of the ambush by some werewolves flooded her mind. She attempted to move, only to find her hands and legs tightly bound. Panic surged through her as she struggled against the restraints, but they held her fast.
Gradually, she forced herself to focus and took in her surroundings. The air was cold and damp, carrying the scent of mold and decay. She was in a dark, grimy dungeon. Faint, flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows, dancing grotesquely on the walls.
"Where am I?" Vivian wondered as she squeezed her eyes shut again, trying to clear her throbbing head. When she opened them once more, she scanned the room for Dean.
Her eyes widened to see Dean was hung with the shackles. "Dean!" She shouted his name wh
