Ayden woke up with a blinding headache. He groaned out as he took in his surroundings. Not that there was much to see as he was being held captive in what looked to be a cell. The only light was offered by a lantern on the other side of the bars. No windows, no fresh air, which told him he was being held underground. Nothing smelt familiar and when trying to sense his pack or village or even Sasha, he came up with nothing but the smell of rotten meat.
“Don’t even think about it,” Ayden looked up and saw a figure standing on the other side. He tried to move closer, but the silver chains were holding him back. As much as the silver burned, silver laced with wolfsbane made it ten times worse. He bit down hard, trying to distract himself from the pain. The sound of the man laughing made his
