The smell of damp clothes and undried log wood woke Percival up, and he opened his eyes to see himself locked up inside a room.
Curious, he stood abruptly on his feet and investigated his surroundings.
It looked like a cell but he couldn't tell where it was. Not even the pack's underground cells looked or smelled this way.
He scratched his head for flashbacks and how he'd ended up there and all he could recall was feeling a sharp pain on his neck which had left him unconscious on the floor.
He didn't want to believe Alpha Damien had hit him till he passed out, but the evidence was damning. He truly did.
He hovered towards the cell locked from the outside with a steel key.
There was no guard insight, which was unlikely.
Guards were always stationed in front of cells regardless of the gravity of each prisoners crimes.
