Chapter Twenty: Where Am I?

Waking to the sound of dripping water, I got to sit up. My bones and muscles tense and I can't see anything. A scruffy cloth is around my eyes, I feel like I was tossed in a blinder as well with the way my head is spinning. The only thing I can hear is the dripping water. Drip. Drip. Drip. My head aches badly and my hands are bound with a cold metal in front of me. Wherever I am, the ground is cold and wet. A thin cloth sticks to my skin, nor am I wearing anything under it. Memory starts to fog my brain and my body goes colder than the ground it's on. I reached up and pulled the cloth that was blinding me down. Scooting myself into a sitting position, my feet are also tied. The ties are made of silver, weakening me and my wolf. Looking around the cell-like room, it's all concrete, a set of bars with a door lining one wall. The ceiling is dripping into a puddle in the corner. It's cold and bitter. Glancing past the bars, I saw Helen half beaten in the cell across from mine. My heart hi