Chapter 43

I woke up and noticed I was sitting on a chair. I tried to stand up but was met with resistance. My hands and legs were tied to a chair. I struggled to free myself, but it was of no use. The bindings were very strong, as if they were made for a werewolf.

I tried to scream, but my mouth was sealed with tape. I struggled, trying to free myself, but it was to no avail. I tried to scream out my frustration. Everything was dark and stunk, and I couldn't see anything because my eyes were blindfolded. I couldn't smell anything either.

Richard... Richard? My brain was feeling foggy from the effects of the drugs. I tried to reach out to Kiayra or Hermes, all to no avail. I suspect they had given me something that had weakened my wolf. Because I couldn't feel her, no matter how hard I reached inside her.

I was getting frustrated, or I already was. The lack of scent was making me feel anxious. I was as blind as a bat, and also deaf. The worst thing that could happen to a werewolf is not being