The power of pure silver in the man’s soul filled him to the brim. It had been a long time since he’d felt so alive. He reached inside and began forging chains from that pure silver. He needed six in total.
He weaved in the fog around him, the physical manifestation of his essence in this place, into them. When he was satisfied he’d imbued them with enough of his dark magic, he turned his attention to making four manacles and a muzzle designed to fit around the wolf’s entire head and attached a chain to each one.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had to make these, but the last time they were crude, made in haste to contain his own wolf, Llud. It was cruel, but necessary since it had constantly fought to take over since Alaric had sacrificed their fated mate. Lucia. Her hair shone like the
