Alaric POV
A splitting headache greets me when I begin to wake from my forced slumber. I am being carried by some rogue wolves on a makeshift gurney, the bumping and jostling making my headache worse and causing my stomach to churn. A wave of nausea rolls over me when I think about how I blew my chance of getting to Raven to warn her; and to tell her I’m sorry.
I pass out from the pain in my head and wake up later, not knowing whether two hours or two minutes have passed. I have to escape. I have to get to Raven. I groan and experimentally move my limbs as much as I can being trussed up like a turkey. It seems my head took the brunt of the attack but every muscle in my body is stiff from being in the same position for so long.