Chapter 68: Iron and Ash
The world was a blur of gray and throbbing pain.
I woke up to the smell of rust and gasoline. My head felt heavy. It felt like it was filled with wet sand. The wolfsbane was still in my system. It kept my limbs heavy and useless.
I tried to move my hands.
Clank.
Metal hit metal.
I looked down through blurry eyes. My wrists were shackled to a bolt in the floor. The chains were short and thick. They were made of iron etched with runes.
I was in the back of a moving van. There were no windows. The only light came from a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. It swung back and forth with the motion of the vehicle.
"She is awake," a rough voice said.
I turned my head. It took too much effort.
A man sat on a crate across from me. He was cleaning a knife. He had a
