A light chill, one that tickled her skin and pulled the heavy fog of unconsciousness from Amelia. Dimmed light around her cast eerie shadows on the walls where her eyelids fluttered open.
A quick glance around had told her all she needed to know: stone walls, no windows, chains binding her wrists and ankles.
Amelia was in a cell; a far cry from freedom.
Her head pounded in pain, heavy with lead from the exhaustion that seemed to cling to her bones from the last battle.
She stirred, tugging at the restraints. The chains held firm, cold metal kissing her skin and refusing to yield. She pulled harder.
Her breath caught as her body refused to follow her commands, the power of the scarlet wolf obstinately out of reach.
Heel thundering echoed footsteps came down the stone corridor outs
