When Elowen came to be, blinking her eyes open, she felt herself strapped to a chair. Her head was tiredly slumped forward and with all the strength she could muster, she raised her gaze toward the dim light bulb above.
"Ugh." She grunted at the weird banging feeling in her head—one she'd never felt before. "Where am I?" she asked, hoping that someone would answer her and they did.
"Took you a while." The voice was familiar—too familiar. "For a few moments, I'd assumed you were dead."
Elowen's body shook in fright. She was afraid—too scared to raise her head to the man she knew was approaching her.
"Oh, look at me, Elowen. I can feel your wolf trembling. There is nothing to be scared of, you know. It's not as if I have the intention to kill you."
