Chapter  322

SILVIA I woke up to pain. Not the sharp, immediate kind that signaled fresh injury, but the deep, throbbing ache that came from being unconscious too long, from muscles cramped in awkward positions, from my body trying to heal damage I couldn't quite remember receiving. My head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it. My vision swam, refusing to focus properly. And there was a taste in my mouth----bitter, chemical, wrong----that made my wolf snarl in recognition. Wolfsbane. Someone had drugged me with wolfsbane. I tried to move and immediately regretted it. My hands were bound behind my back with silver chains that burned against my skin. My ankles were similarly restrained. And I was lying on cold, damp stone that smelled of mold and old blood. Where the hell was I? I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light filtering through what appeared to be iron bars. A cell. I was in a cell, chained like a common criminal, my wolf raging against the restraints and the drugs still c