Ace
The chains weren’t silver. That would’ve been too merciful. Silver burned. Silver blistered. Silver made things clean and simple. This? This was darker. It felt like some cursed copper laced with wolfsbane. It felt cold like betrayal, heavy like grief. Every time I breathed, it burned and melted into my skin. I hissed in pain and snarled at no one in particular.
I sat slumped in the cell, my head bowed, my arms draped in shackles too thick for a man, too tight for a beast. My wrists were bruised. My pride worse. My wolf snarled low beneath my skin, pacing the prison of my bones. He was going feral. It was taking everything in me to hold him back. He wanted to get the hell out of here.
But that wasn’t what scared me. What scared me was that I didn’t want to hold him back anymore.
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