Cold stone pressed against Aria's cheek as awareness slowly returned. Her head pounded like someone had hit her with a hammer. Every muscle in her body ached.
She tried to move but couldn't. Heavy silver chains wrapped around her arms and ankles, burning her skin wherever they touched. Silver was poison to werewolves it weakened them and stopped their healing.
"Finally awake, I see."
Aria's eyes snapped open. She was in a vast underground room carved from black stone. Purple torches flickered along the walls, leaving dancing shadows everywhere. Ancient symbols covered every surface, glowing with evil energy.
Mara stood in the center of the room, no longer hiding behind Elena's face. The witch looked exactly as she had at the pack house silver hair, violet eyes, and a smile that promised pain.
"Welcome to my home," Mara said happily. "I do hope you'll enjoy your stay. Though it won't be very long."
Aria strained against the chains. "Where's Elena?"
