Selene's POV
Cold water slammed across my face and yanked me into ragged consciousness. I gasped, choking on the icy liquid as it ran down my neck. My body jerked violently, but before I could move, pain shot through me like lightning. Something was wrong.
I tried to shift—to call on my wolf—but the moment I did, fire burned around my throat. My body convulsed, and I screamed. My wolf whimpered inside me, caged.
Then I felt it. A collar. Heavy. Cold. Laced with dark energy. A magic choker.
Panic filled my chest. I reached for it, my fingers brushing the metal, but the contact alone made my skin sizzle. My breath came out ragged as laughter echoed from the corner of the room.
"Well, look who's finally awake," one of the men sneered. He stepped closer, his mask hiding most of his face, but I could still see the cruel curve of his mouth.
"Where am I?" I demanded, forcing my voice to steady even though fear gripped me. "What do you want?"
