When Vivian regained consciousness in desolate, unfamiliar surroundings, her brows creased in discomfort. She attempted to move her limbs but ceased when the clank of iron shackles bounding her wrists and legs echoed in the dark cell.
Whoever it was, they wanted to prevent her from moving about.
Vivian blinked multiple times to adjust her vision to the darkness, but with her shifter side dying, she no longer possessed the same heightened eyesight as other wolves.
She could hardly be considered a wolf shifter.
Her mind was muddled, almost clogged as she struggled to recall. She only vaguely remembered when the two mysterious figures captured her; she saw visages of Ronan fading into unconsciousness and slipping off his horse.
What could they have done to him? And why?
