Flora’s POV:
Everything is black and cold around me. Rose where are we? I try to reach out to my wolf, but only silence responds to my question. I can feel my skin burning and try to lift my arms, but they are heavy. I can smell blood and rot all around me. Where the hell am I? I feel my head aching as I try to remember what has happened to me. Why can’t I remember?
My eyes struggle open, but I can feel the one is swollen shut. In between blink, I make out that I am in some sort of cell. There is nothing but wet stink and dust all around me. I am chained to the wall with silver chains and bolts. This must be why I am burning all over and cannot feel my wolf. I pry my eyes open a bit more, trying to take in more of my surroundings. The cells are in rows and occupying each cell is a she-
