Breanna awoke to a throbbing head - oh no not again. She didn't even remember drinking this time. Although...
Wait a second. As far as she recalled, no drink did this. She'd been kneeling over a fallen Terrence when something hit her. Breanna's eyes snapped open to see the bare wooden walls of an ill kept cottage around her.
Where in the Realm am I?
Attempting to stand, she realized she couldn't probably because someone had bound her to a chair. No matter, she'd just shift forms and escape the ropes that held her.
But when she closed her eyes and willed herself to change nothing happened.
What the heck?
Opening her eyes, she looked down at her body and finally felt the first fluttering of panic.
Silver. Finely wrought, silver link chains wrapped around her body.