Gasping for air, Rhian was brought back to a reality harsher than the one she was running away from. For starters, she was not dead, but then she still needed to know where she was before she even tried to solve the puzzle of how she was alive.
The last thing she remembered was going to the washroom, but someone had cruelly injected her with something, which could explain her disorientation. If this was her nana or the damn werewolves, she was not going to forgive them.
She would make them pay for letting her live with a curse that she could have ended when the clock struck midnight. The first thing she realized was that she was immobilized, and with the cold, she was feeling, she was awfully naked.
"Great," she mumbled to herself while trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Nothing was interesting, really.
