Betty's POV. 

The cold slap of rain was what pulled me back as heavy droplets hammered against my face like tiny fists demanding I wake up.

My eyes cracked open to darkness, and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth was in my mouth. 

My wrists burned where the chains bit into skin, my shoulders screamed from hanging at an unnatural angle, and my head throbbed with a sickness that went deeper than physical pain.

"Luna?" Marcus's voice cut through the sound of rain, hoarse and desperate. ...