Olivia
I awoke with a pounding ache in my head and a burning sensation in my wrists. Something warm and wet was caked to the back of my skull, and when I tried to lift my head, I felt my vision begin to reel as a low, involuntary groan escaped my lips.
“Stay still,” my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind. “He’s close.”
“He?” I asked, shutting my eyes against the searing pain that was reverberating through my skull.
“The captain’s son. He’s watching you.”
Despite my animal urge to open my eyes and look at the man who had cracked me over the skull with god-knows-what, I kept them shut. I focused instead on steadying my breathing, tapping into the training that Freya had given me.
Slowly, the longer I breathed, the more the pain began to ebb away. That was a relief, at leas
