Nathan's POV

*Fuck!”

I woke to a throbbing pain in my head and the cold, unyielding press of wood against my back. My vision, blurry at first, slowly came into focus, revealing a dim, dusty room. The air was stale, a suffocating mixture of earth and decay. I was tied to a chair, my hands bound tightly behind me, the ropes biting into my skin. My legs were also secured to the chair legs, my body a helpless, immobile prisoner.

I strained against the ropes, the powerful muscles of my wolf ...