Chapter 64. Chains

“Wake up, little werewolf lover,” a man whispered next to my ear.

I could feel his breath fanning over the side of my face, stirring my hair.

“Don’t call her that.” Another voice—further away but also more familiar than the last.

The breathing beside me stopped.

I tried to make sense of what was happening around me but the world was too foggy. It was like I was sifting through a haze, unable to see five feet ahead of me.

Even the voices of the two men nearby sounded muffled and warped.

Where am I? Why does my body feel full of lead?

“Can’t we put her somewhere a little more comfortable? Is keeping her chained to a chair really necessary?”

Why did I know that voice? I felt a distant familiarity, memories I wasn’t quite yet able to muster.

“I’m not taking any chances,” the other man grunted. This voice I didn’t know as well. It was cold and abhorrent.

Everything hurt. Everything. The pain stemmed from my head and coursed down