CHRISTY SLATE
I don’t remember how long I’ve been out cold. All I know is that when I woke, my head was killing me. My mouth was dry, and my eyes scratchy. I try to take in my surroundings and get an all too familiar feeling. This is a warehouse. Are we still in Windy Acres? I hear the ocean in the distance, confirming we’re still in the area. Ella is silent in my head. Where is she? A scent hits my nose and know instantly why she’s silent. Wolf’s Bane. No form of communication is now available. My hope is slowly creeping away from me. I have to get out of here.
My hands are tied and so is my feet. I follow the rope, taking in the pulleys and levers. I feel dread settle in my gut. This feels like Castelena all over again. The next moment, the rope starts to move, and I’m hoist
