Emira opened her eyes slowly and let her gaze drift across the room. The first thing she felt was annoyance. Councilman Aldren really was a fool. Did he truly believe that a silver-induced needle would make her lose consciousness for a long time. hat it would be enough to bring her down so easily? Yes, she was a wolf. That part of her was vulnerable to silver. But she was also a witch. A powerful one. How had he forgotten something so obvious?
She glanced at the time, only an hour had passed since she had landed and been abducted. Which meant that they were still in the Stormhold territory or close by.
She pushed herself up little by little, ignoring the faint ache in her limbs, and took a slow, steady breath. The air was damp and stale. Then she stiffened.
There was someone else in the room.
