Aurora's POV
Chains Don’t Silence Wolves:
Chains bite into my wrists, cold and heavy, but they don’t own me.
Pain can bruise the body. Fear can bend the mind.
But a wolf? A wolf learns how to bleed in silence and still bear her teeth.
I lower my head and let my hair fall over my face. I slow my breathing. I make my shoulders shake just enough to look weak. Broken. Done.
“Hey,” one of the guards mutters. “She’s not moving much.”
Good. Let them think that.
The room smells like damp concrete and old sweat. A single bulb flickers above me, buzzing like an insect that won’t die. My captors sit nearby, three men and one woman. None of them look at me with confidence anymore. They look at me like I’m a problem that refuses to stay solved.
I cough. A dry, ugly sound.
“Water…” I whisper,
