Lila woke up in a mildly lit dungeon. Her legs were in shackles tied to the walls. The chain used inhibited her ability to use any of her bending skills.
A low chuckle left her lips. Her hand was free and her cuts were all attended to from the looks of things. There was no trace of blood on her clothes.
Her clothes have been changed into another set. She instinctively looked at her upper arm and let out a heavy sign. Her weapon was still there.
No one could detect it if she wanted to keep it hidden. Not even Kai. He must be the one taking care of her. Otherwise, why would the werewolves treat a slayer in such a hospitable manner?
She sat up in a yoga position. She could tell that even the cage that held her in was something that could harm her. They have effectively ensured that she couldn't escape at will.
She had expected worse. This was nothing compared to what they did to the werewolves they held in captivity. Her gaze moved to scan the room further.
