My head was throbbing. The pain means I'm alive, I told myself. I tried to move. I couldn't. I opened my eyes, it was dark. I was cold. I felt wind, I was definitely outside. I looked around. I was bound at my wrists and ankles again. I listened but didn't hear anything. 'Are you there?' I asked my wolf. 'Are you alive?' She asked back sarcastically. Yes, I'm alive for now at least. I need to get out of these ropes, I need to figure out where I am. 'Want to help me get free?' I asked. 'I can't Celly.' I wiggled my wrists, this was going to hurt. I wiggled my wrists back and forth, loosening the rope a little. The rope and friction were cutting into my wrists, there was blood. But I needed to get free. I wiggled back and forth, hissing at the sting and burn of the rope cutting my skin. The rope loosened a little more. I stopped wiggling, I tried to get all the slack near one wrist, it was almost enough. I wiggled a little more, moving my wrists back and forth, back and forth. The sl
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