Outside a fairly dark, cramped cell, two muscular Lycan men stood vigil by the silver bars, guarding an unconscious redhead, who lay slumped in a steel chair, her wrists bound in heavy shackles that anchored her to the armrests. Her head hung low, and strands of her straight, shoulder-length hair fell partly over her face.

Suddenly, the stillness shattered with a sharp gasp that echoed off the cold, stone walls of the prison, as the lady who turned out to be Raven, jerked her head upward in a quick, flip motion.

“I'm still alive?”, she quizzed, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

Her senses quickly flooded back to her, vividly highlighting...