Chapter 55: Don’t forget

~Amara~

I lay on my side on the floor, the bluntly spiked flooring biting into my flesh. I think I’ve been here for one day because, from the time that I had been locked in, it wasn’t possible that the day hadn’t moved so fast. It was pitch dark in here so I couldn’t decipher the time of day by brightness. I could only see a little bit, all thanks to the supernatural abilities of werewolves.

My throat was parched, and not even the tiniest spittle could be found in my mouth. I tried to swallow it down several times without result. At one point, I’d crawled to the heavy door and banged on it with all my strength, but there had been no answer.

I tried to raise my head but a sharp pain ricocheted through my body and I quickly pillowed it back on my arm. “Ouch,” I groaned, and lay still again, trying to recollect the events that had led to me being locked up in here.

Something was wrong with my body. Something was wrong with my thoughts. It felt like I had selective amnesia. I felt like a