Lyra POV
Pain and a loud pounding sound pulled me from my nightmares, only a slightly better choice than remaining within them. It was immediately clear I was now in a different kind of prison.
I rose into a sitting position on an uncomfortable cot in a tiny room. There were no windows, which triggered my wolf to snarl. Claustrophobia was always a struggle for us.
Aside from the cot, there was a bucket in the corner. I frowned at it, and when I saw the roll of toilet paper on the ground beside it, I scoffed. I may be a wolf, but I wasn’t some pet dog.
I rolled my stiff shoulders. Not that it did much. Thankfully, this time, no limbs were tied. Though perhaps it would have been preferable to my raging headache. A loose-fitted, blue dress clung to my body. At least he had the audacity t
