Emira struggled against the bonds, pulling at the chain until her wrists ached. The metal bit into her skin, but it didn't give. Her body was damp with sweat, the thin blanket tangled around her offering no real warmth or comfort. Nothing else covered her.
Panic crawled up her chest like a living thing. Where was she?
The blindfold pressed against her eyes, blocking out everything. Darkness closed in on all sides. She couldn't tell if it was day or night, if there was anyone else in the room, or if she was completely alone.
Was she still at the Moonville Pack? The thought slammed into her, hard and cold. Had she failed?
Her breath came in short, uneven bursts at the thought. For a moment, she went still, the fight draining out of her as the fear twisted in deeper. Maybe she had failed. Maybe the Shadow Wolves hadn't marked her after all.
