I only woke up because my wolf kept on howling inside my head, warning me. The first thing I noticed was that I was no longer lying on the cold tiles. Instead, somebody was holding me upright by my arms, dragging me somewhere fast, but I had no energy to even raise my head for a while. The soldiers holding me up seemed to think I weighed no more than a feather, which would have been a compliment on any other day. It would have been a compliment on that day, too, if only I hadn't remembered where I was and what I'd done.
What I didn't know.
I gathered some strength to look up just as we stopped in front of a white wooden door, and the third soldier leading the way pushed it open.
It wasn't a cell like I'd feared. It was an interrogation room—the same interrogation room they'd put me in at first, except this time, it wasn't empty. There was a woman in there, sitting cross-legged on the metal table.
