The sick bastards hadn’t erased her.
They had caged her.
They had locked my wolf inside my own body and left just enough of her near the surface to keep whatever they wanted from us alive.
I tried to reach for our power, for our ability to use electricity to our own will.
My hands twitched.
Or tried to.
Metal bit into my wrists.
And nothing answered me.
I opened my eyes.
The light above me was white and too bright, I had to squint my eyes to not feel the hurt. I blinked once, twice, until the ceiling stopped swimming. Smooth panels. Industrial. Almost aseptical setting. No cracks. No mold. No windows reflected anywhere.
Fantastic.
Underground, probably.
Or inside a facility designed by someone sick enough to study fire by locking it in a jar.
I tried to move my right arm aga
