Avery's POV
The clink of metal echoed in the dungeon before the door even opened fully. My stomach twisted as I realized what they were bringing.
The door swung open and two figures stepped inside, carrying iron chains and cuffs. My wrists and ankles stung at the thought of the metal biting into my skin.
Lucian’s hand gripped my hair, tilting my head back just enough for me to look at him.
“You’ve been bold today,” he murmured. “Testing my limits. Questioning my authority.”
I flinched but refused to bow my gaze. “I didn’t do anything but speak the truth.” His lips curved into a slow, cruel smile. “Truth is a luxury you cannot afford here.”
The chains clanged against the stone floor as one of the men approached, stepping cautiously. I could smell Lucian’s wolf then — like steel and
