Caramandia blinked, her head pounding against her skull. She could barely open her eyes and she cringed at the stiff feeling in her limbs. Forcing her eyes to un blur she cursed. Her arms, legs and wings were tied together to a steel chair she was sitting on. She could melt the steel but she was too weak right now. The room was hot, her long, curly brown hair stuck to her forehead and arms and her ripped jeans werenâ€™t helping.<br/>â€œDamn.â€ She hissed darkly.<br/><br/>Everything was so greyâ€¦ Grey floor, grey walls, grey bindings, grey chairs.<br/>â€œHow the Hell did I get here?â€ She growled in her head.<br/><br/>She could remember what seemed like seconds ago, she was running through the forest in North West Canada, chasing down a deer. She licked her fangs just thinking about what her meal could have been.<br/><br/>â€œThere were helicopter noisesâ€¦ and then, nothing.â€<br/><br/>As unintelegible growling came from the other end of the room, her head flew up. There were more people here.