Chapter 32 - Crush the Line.

Lara wasn’t sure how long she had been down there in the dark. She wasn’t even sure where there was, but what she was sure of was that the

rope binding her wrists and ankles wasn’t just any ordinary rope. If they had been, she would likely have already managed to yank herself free of them.

No, the people who had kidnapped her were well-versed in kidnapping werewolves because the acrid stench of wolfbane that hit her nostrils every time she tried to pull herself free told her so.

As if rope burn wasn’t bad enough, the wolfbane was slowly seeping into the cuts and scrapes of the coarse material, and it was weakening her from not only the outside in but also the inside out. She could feel the poison slowly leaking into her veins, making every single inch of her body scream for a release from the agony.

The sound of thudding somewhere above her head alerted Lara to the fact that she was no longer alone. The sound grew distant as though

somebody was walking past above her head, and then