The cell walls wept with condensation, each drop marking another hour of my captivity. Three days. Three days since, Kael had stood before our pack and painted me as an adulteress, a betrayer, a disgrace. Three days since, the woman I'd called my sister had watched in silence as my world crumbled.
I pressed my back against the cold stone, feeling the rough texture bite through the thin fabric of my prison clothes. They'd stripped me of everything—my Luna robes, my ceremonial jewelry, even the simple silver bracelet my mother had given me before she died. All that remained was the hollow ache in my chest and a rage that burned hotter with each passing hour.
The shackles around my wrists had rubbed raw wounds that refused to heal properly. Not pure silver, but enough to keep my wolf suppre
