C59 CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

Enya pov

The last thing I remember... The woods, free lands and the wolves. Giant feral wolf, attacking me just as one did the night of the ritual ambush night.

My lungs burn, and I can't open my eyes. I try to move but soon realize I'm sitting in a chair; my ankles are tied to the chair legs, and my arms are tied behind my back. I don't see anything, but judging by the excruciating pain