Luna gradually started to gain consciousness. Her head was throbbing hard in pain, her mind was foggy as she tried to make sense of her situation. Her body was still kind of numb but she was gradually coming to.
Her eyes opened, a bit blurry at first but gradually, images began to take shape. She was seated on a metal chair, and then she felt her hands were tied to her back with chains.
Panic set in, adrenaline pumping into her bloodstream as she immediately made sense of her situation, remembering what had happened before she blacked out.
She had been captured. Luna tried to free herself from the shackles of the chain, but she was still weak from the wolfsbane. A low dose must have been administered, or she should be dead by now.
She closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths. "This is no time to panic," she said to herself. She needed to gather as much strength as possible.
