Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

"You," she repeated a bit inanely, trying to muster a glare. But she didn't have the strength or presence of mind to coax her facial muscles into cooperating. So she just looked blankly at her captor, slowly coming around to a seething mixture of fear and hatred.

"Who are you? Where am I?" With her head clearing and memories resurfacing, Wildfire realized she'd never obtained this crucial information. "You're keeping me here—why?" Although this one had been asked and answered, she still couldn't make sense of any of this. "What do you want?"