Chapter 59

  Enya pov

  The last thing I remember... The woods, free lands and the wolves. Giant feral wolf, attacking me just as one did the night of the ritual ambush night.

  My lungs burn, and I can't open my eyes. I try to move but soon realize I'm sitting in a chair; my ankles are tied to the chair legs, and my arms are tied behind my back. I don't see anything, but judging by the excruciating pain, I can't be dead- the pain will always be there to remind me how alive I can be. Great, fucking fantastic.

  What's even better is the fact that I'm obviously not alone. "She's awake." I have no idea where I am, but all I can say is that I'm in a room, and the person who spoke is standing pretty far away from me. At least the crazy person isn't trying to get too close or hover over me. I hate it when they try to get too close and invade my personal space.