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I’m not so sure about that, but I appreciate the lie.
I resist the allure of the warm fuzziness, fighting hard to stay with Finn. I hold on for as long as possible, but eventually, the darkness wins and swallows me whole.
CHAPTER SIX
JOSIE
I force my eyes open and groan as the throbbing ache in my head intensifies. I try to move but can’t. My body is heavy and weak… like I’ve been drugged.
How did I get here?
My mind is foggy.
Where is here?
I’m trapped in a dark, windowless cell.
The image of fur and fangs flashes in my mind. Panic claws at my chest, and I scramble along the floor, pressing my back against the cold, rough walls as my legs tremble.
Taking stock of my injuries is tough. My mental stabilizer is set on centrifuge, and I can’t see anything in the darkness. The only light comes from the sliver of a gap between the door and the floor.
Time for some magical assistance.
Raising my palms to the stale air of the damp room, I call to my power and conjure a simple flame.
Something isn’t right. “What the…?”
My magic isn’t working. It’s there, just out of reach, but won’t manifest. I don’t know how, but there is some kind of block and I remain in the dark.
“Callius,” I whisper.
Could he have done something when he said he was removing the spell? I try again, but the resistance against my magic only amplifies the headache throbbing against the inside of my skull.
It’s then that I notice the weight of a thick bracer around my neck, and as I brush against it with my fingertips, a surge of nausea hits me so hard my stomach turns.
If there was anything in my stomach, it would’ve spewed all over my lap. I drop my chin and focus on breathing through the nausea.
It wasn’t Callius.
My magic is being blocked by the metal collar, leaving me completely defenseless. I want it off. Now.
The harder I fight against the block, the worse I feel. And then… the collar grows hot and tight around my neck and I have to give up.
The effort leaves me heaving as if I’ve run a marathon.
I was so worried about the vampires I forgot about the threat of the werewolves. Honestly, I always thought werewolves were the lesser of two evils. I won’t make that same mistake twice.
If I make it out of here, that is.
With this collar around my neck, I don’t see how that will be possible. Werewolves are incredibly strong. I don’t stand a chance against even one of them as a powerless human.
Still, I can’t sit here and wait for my fate. The only silver lining in waking up the prisoner of a werewolf pack is—at least I woke up. If the werewolves intended to kill me, I would already be dead.
There must be something they want from me. Unless they’re waiting for me to wake up so they can torture me and hear me scream my last breath.
Okay, that was morbid and counterproductive.
Count to ten. Breathe.
