I don’t know where we were.
I only knew that we were still underground, in what felt like a maze specifically designed to deter werewolves— if the sweating, blistered, and fully covered werewolves were any indication. For the moment, we had stopped, and I was placed on the floor while they quietly discussed something a few feet away.
My mother was thrown down next to me, but before they left her, the werewolf carrying her roughly slapped her across the face, making her whip her face to the side and cry out. The slap was so strong that her skin split along her cheek.
The werewolf points a finger at my face. “Try anything suspicious, and what I’ll do to her will be far worse. She will suffer the consequences.”
I couldn’t even nod.
I was too afraid to do anything lest it hurt my mom.
