Chapter 50: The Dawn Rescue
Elena's point of view
As the world shakes around me, dawn bleeds across the horizon in a dull wash of rose and ash. Every time I breathe, the chains on my wrists rattle against the stone pillar I'm tied to. My arms hurt, my shoulders burn, and every instinct in me tells me to move—run—fight—but wolfsbane fog hangs in the air like a cruel hand around my throat.
Selene is standing in front of me, and her shadow is jagged against the dimming torches. Her smile is thin, happy, and broken by a craziness that she no longer tries to hide.
"He will come," she whispers as she walks back and forth in front of me. "Lycans always run right into the trap when their mate is in danger."
I don't say anything back. My throat hurts too much and my lips are too dry. But what
