OLIVIA'S POV

 

My head was hurting and I lifted my hand to press my hand over my forehead, a groaning passing through my cracked lips. It was a struggle to open my eyes, but it was futile because the place was dark anyway.

 

I tried using my wolf eyes to scan my surroundings, but it didn't seem to change anything. I still couldn't see where I was. I groaned, my wrists aching. I dropped my eyes to see ropes binding me to the floor and I cursed.

 

I tugged on it, testing the strength. It was futile because it didn't move. It seemed to have some kind of charm on...