CHAPTER 40-FATE IS FUNNY-RAVEN

Raven lost consciousness right around the time they started tearing the stake from the ground. She was unaware of what had occurred until she regained consciousness in a dim room. Her bruised back lay pressed against a hard, icy surface, so she assumed she lay on a floor somewhere. She coughed to clear something from her throat. If she remembered, her nose must have bled earlier. The chain about her neck was gone, though, but that meant nothing.

A small window at the top of the wall showed a basement. The room lacked furniture and access to the window. Raven could see she was stuck here until someone came for her.

Then she heard a movement. At least, she thought she heard it. No, she heard it. Raven let her nose go to work if her eyes were useless. Being a wolf here paid off. A wolf could smell a larger range of things. It stood there, another wolf, she-wolf. Injured and close by.

She wasn’t stupid. Raven was unsure of their location and