The last thing Helena remembered was chasing after a wolf who'd taken a Witch hostage.
She could still hear the panicked screams of the newly returned witch as a wolf bit into her leg and dragged her through the dark hallway.
Helena groaned as she tried to move, only to find that her arms had been bound behind her back and her legs were tied tightly together.
Every time she tried to tear through them they seemed to burn her skin, making Helena cry out in pain.
"Wolfsbane," a familiar voice said. "I thought it might not work after I learned you were a hybrid, but it seems you have the same vulnerabilities as the rest of us."
"Who are you?" Helena weakly asked. "What do you want?"
Helena's captor chuckled, his laugh echoing across the room.
"Do you really not recognize my voice?" the man asked. "It must be the Wolfsbane, I heard it dulls a lot of things."
"What do you want?!" Helena demanded, shouting as loud as she could.
The man simply laughed at her question.
