My mind was racing. It was all fuzzy and slow. I had the impression that I was afloat.

I made myself open my eyes. I was in a little room with no windows. The stone walls were smooth. I was surrounded by a subtle, humming magic. I was imprisoned.

The last thing I saw came back to me.

Rhys.

His face was icy with hatred as he stood over me in Michael's body. In the archive room, he was attempting to break my wolf.

When I questioned him, he must have employed some sort of magic to silence ...