Chapter 157

OLIVIA’S POV My limbs were heavy. My vision, hazy. The shadows in the room danced even when I closed my eyes. Whatever they injected me with… it hadn’t fully left my system. My wolf was quiet—far too quiet—and the familiar burn of power that usually simmered beneath my skin was distant, muffled like a scream underwater. I didn’t know how long I had been here. Hours? Days? The room was small. Stone walls. No windows. A single bulb flickering overhead. The metallic taste in my mouth reminded me that I’d been out cold more than once. My hands were restrained behind me, bound tightly with something cold and metallic—possibly silver-laced. I forced a deep breath and pushed the fog from my mind. Think, Olivia. You’ve survived worse. I shifted, the concrete beneath me digging into my knees as I twisted to get a look at the restraints. They’d left me barefoot, my clothes torn at the seams. Every time I moved, pain flared along my spine and down my arms. I ignored it. The drug made me slow. But