Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

When I come to, I'm in a jail cell. I'm covered in bandages and lying on a cot. There's a large bag at my side. I'm confused. Everything's a blur. I can't quite remember how I got here.

I try to sit up, but it's too much. I groan in pain and lay back down.

I hear a growling sound and look up to see another wolf in the cell next to me. I scan the room and realize there are several of us here, each in our own cells.

I try to talk to the wolf.

"What's going on?"

I ask. "Who are you?

"I'm Adam," he says. "Who are you?"

"I'm Marla."

Adam is a fierce-looking wolf, with dark fur and a lean frame.

"Where are we?"

"I'm not sure," Adam replies. "I was walking in the woods and I was grabbed by a group of wolves. I think they were keeping us all in a cave, but then they put us in these cells."

"Why?"

I'm still in so much pain that I can barely think, but I try to make sense of things.