I woke up with a pounding headache.
And pain.
The first thing I registered was the aching stretch of my limbs. My arms and legs were pulled tight, splayed out in an X. Metal cuffs bit into my wrists and ankles. The table beneath me was cold, and it felt like iron. Heavy. Brutal. Like it had seen a thousand prisoners before me.
My throat was dry. My lips were cracked. My head throbbed, a dull, pulsing echo behind my eyes.
I realized soon enough that something sharp was on my arm.
My body jerked against the restraints.
“Lie still, wolf,” came a voice.
Revka.
Her face appeared above me, framed in shadows. Her mouth was flat, her eyes empty. Cold.
“It will hurt less if you do.”
My vision swam. I could feel something burning through my veins. A thick pull. Like my blood was being siph
