Riley's POV My eyes fluttered open, struggling against a heavy weight that seemed to press down on my eyelids. My head swam, a thick fog coating my brain. The world was a blur of muted colors and indistinct shapes, swaying gently. A rough vibration hummed beneath me, a constant, low thrum that spoke of movement. The air was cool, smelling faintly of old canvas and something metallic, like stale oil. Where am I? What happened?Panic flared, sharp and cold, instantly clearing some of the haze. My wolf felt muted, dazed, but instinct was still there, a frantic whisper of Danger! My muscles tensed. I felt the resistance of bodies on either side, holding me, restraining me. My elbows jabbed out, my feet kicked, a choked sound escaping my throat. They had me. The outlanders. I was captured. The thought was a hot coal, burning through my exhaustion. I struggled harder, a wild, thrashing attempt to break free.“Easy, Riley. Easy now. You’re safe.”The voice. Deep and familiar, it cut through
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