Selene's POV.
The Antherion yelped as her eyes snapped open. Squinting eyes under the lowly lit room, she mouthed a gasp when they finally adjusted to the view of the room.
Large, purple drapes surrounded the whole room, the chandeliers burning with candles. Black plush rugs splayed on the floor. Suddenly she felt the soft fluffy quilt on her skin a she jumped down the bed.
Images of the Alpha's hounds strapping her in a cold, dark cell in the dungeon was the last thing she could remember, as rowan wood burned heavily in the room. She could vividly remember her wolf crying out in pain as the wolf's bane worked its way into her system.
Her hands quickly darted to her neck to check if she'd been collared again, but she let out a sigh of relief, reaching for Snow through her mind.
"Snow," she called out. "Are you hurt?"
