(Isabella’s POV)
My eyes flutter open slowly, trying to focus on where I am, but my eyelids feel heavy. It’s as if I am sitting in a thick fog.
I can’t find a focal point in the room as all the images appear distorted, especially the sharp edges and corners of furniture and walls. They blur into oblivion.
The further away from sleep my brain gets, the more aware I become of the throbbing sensation behind my eyes. It radiates to the bones behind my ringing ears.
What happened? Where am I?
I can’t sense my wolf. Moon Goddess, we’ve been drugged.
Finally, my eyes and brain sync up. My eyes jolt wide open and survey the room…until my gaze lands on Jesse.
He walks toward me, grabs a chair, turns it backwards directly in front of me and straddles it, leaning his arms on the back.
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