NOAH'S POV

I groaned, irritated and disoriented, as my eyes peeled open slowly. The air around me was damp, thick, and carried the metallic scent of rust and blood. My werewolf vision allowed me to see in the dark, but barely. Shadows swirled like phantoms around the large room, but nothing looked familiar.

My head throbbed violently, each pulse pounding like a war drum inside my skull. I tried moving, but I couldn’t. My arms were bound tightly behind me, wrists rubbed raw against coarse ...