Damien
The room is f*****g dark. The heavy kind that presses against your chest and makes it harder to breathe. The walls are concrete and cold, and the smell of wolfsbane sits thick in the air. It clings to everything. The floor, the corners, even the metal chair I have been sitting on since last night. It is everywhere, and my body feels it with every breath I take.
My wolf feels distant.
Normally he is loud and steady in the back of my mind, always alert, always ready. Now he barely responds. The wolfsbane is suppressing everything. I cannot shift. I can barely mind link anyone. Even my strength feels slower and heavier than usual, and the dizziness comes in waves if I move too fast.
I sit forward with my elbows resting on my knees and press my fingers against my forehead, trying t
