Ella woke up groggy and disoriented. She was on a soft bed. She had no memory of how she got there. Ella could taste a funny taste in her mouth, it was like metal and oregano. She worked her tongue to try and rid her mouth of the taste. Ella groaned and tried to roll over. She could not move her left hand. There was something holding it in place. She pulled her eyes apart, and then squinted from the light of the room. Arching her neck to look up at the headboard where her hand was, she saw that she was handcuffed to the wall in the space between the headboard and the mattress.
She opened her eyes wider to take in the room. It was the room that she was staying in at the pack house, only now there were shackles in the wall. She yanked on them to see if she could get them to move.
