Sophia
How I‘m feeling right now is the equivalent of being run over by a tractor. You know, slowly being squashed like a bug by a machine weighing more than ten thousand pounds.
“That bastard!” I mutter as I open my eyes, fighting with the headache both myself and my wolf are feeling. At least I still have my wolf, though at the minute she’s begging to be put out of her misery.
Even with my better than average senses, my eyes can’t make out anything in the pitch black darkness I seem to find myself in. It takes a few tries, but inhaling deeply I start to regret my actions as soon as the powerful smell of antiseptic and something I can’t put my finger on, hits me.
“What the f**k?” I feel panic sweeping into my whole being as I realise I can’t move more than an inch. I’m in a box. Holy
