50. New Era

The light was more blinding when Layla opened her eyes. She closed them and tried to roll to her side, but something held her in place.

And then it all came back to her.

Her rage. That weird shift when she was half a beast, clawing Hunters’ throats out. The blood and screams. And that gas that had knocked her out.

Her eyes snapped open as she sensed the danger she put herself in. It was all around her, even though she could feel no one else in the stark white room. She looked down at her bound limbs and torso. Her feet were spread apart, the silver chain holding them in place on bars on either side of the cold, metal bed they tied her to. Her arms were stretched above her head, also connected to some bars at the top. Only a pair of underwear covered her modesty, so she could see her smooth skin where she had previously been covered in wounds. At some point, between escaping her cage and waking up tied down, she had completely healed.

Her wolf did that. It tried to be a hero, k