Chapter 12 Nicholette's Awakening

• Nicholette didn't remember being carried when she opened her eyes and she didn't remember taking off her armor either. She also didn't remember how she came to be in that place. She was lying in a sturdy bedroll in a dark space, but light came in through the front door. It was an empty space, and it felt like a cell. There was a window, open and free for her to climb, so she guessed she would be three or four floors up, making it impossible for a human to escape. The opening in front of her was as big as the doors to the ballroom, without any doors or barriers. Also an easy escape, so she could only guess that there were guards waiting for her outside.
• Her bedroll was laid on a raw hide spread neatly in the middle of the room. There were more crude skins and furs, reaped from the werewolves hunt, no doubt. It was warm, but those would have been very useful if it were cold. On the other side of her bedroll, a large wooden bowl was full of assorted fruits and a pitcher of water.
• Nicholette felt strange, but she quickly examined herself and there were no wounds. Her under armor hadn't been tampered with. She hadn't been touched. Her legs ached a familiar pain from too much exercise. She had never walked or trotted that much when trying to keep up with the werewolves. She remembered collapsing. Then resting and following Rafe. They walked even more. She must have collapsed again and was dragged to this cell.