15 - The Run

*** Naomi's POV ***

I slowly opened my eyes to face myself in an unfamiliar place. The room has an old musty, earthy smell to it. The floor under me is wet and cold. I feel like my body has been hit by a truck, and my headache is on the brink of making my head split open. I lift my right hand towards my head only to realize I can't because I am chained. My wrist burns where the shackles touch my skin.  I palpate the ground, mapping the floor underneath me. My fingers brush against the chain links, and once again, my skin sizzles at the point of contact. The chains are made of silver. 

I lean closer to the wall, and bring my knees close to my chest and wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  The wolfbane injection given to me earlier by the strange woman had taken away my werewolf abilities.