Chapter 50. Captivity

LAMIA

I had counted 23 days that had gone by. I was sure my number was off though, I could only tell from the small amount of light that filtered into the dark, musky dungeon I was chained in. I couldn't account for the days that I was unconscious for, and it was hard to figure out if a day had skipped when I would black out.

I didn't know how long I had been here for, in all honesty. But it was too long.

The last thing I remember was being hit with something in the ass and realizing a bear shifter was carrying me away from the fight, from Zane.

I woke up once and found myself chained with silver in a small bedroom. The putrid and foul smell of rogues engulfed my lungs. I tried to reach my wolf but she was silent. I had been figuring out how to escape, when they came in and hit me with another dose of whatever the fuck it was.

The next time I woke up, I found myself in darkness. The smell of damp and mould coupled with the stale scent of blood