When Luna opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the muscled foreleg of an animal. The rhythmic bobbing motion told her she was on the back of a horse, being carried along at a steady pace.
Where am I? she thought frantically.
She tried to move but found her hands and feet were tightly bound, anchoring her to the horse. Pain pulsed in her head, as if a mallet had struck her multiple times. The presence of a gag in her mouth made her attempts to call out fruitless.
Jon.
A flash of memory ignited her fury.
With every ounce of strength, she writhed and thrashed, trying to free herself. The horse shifted beneath her, revealing a glimpse of a dense, looming forest.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," came Jon's voice, deceptively casual, as if they were merely out for a leisurely stroll.
Luna stilled instantly.
