Chapter 3 The Pack
- I wake up in pieces, like shards of a dream breaking against the inside of my skull.
- My head throbs, slow and steady, as I begin to notice the cold creeping over me. A low rumble vibrates the space around me. For a moment, I can’t place where I am—just darkness, metal, and the unsettling sensation of being moved.
- I try to move, but my hands... they’re tied.