Chapter 32
The cage was tiny. I could barely sit, and every movement made the silver bars burn against my skin. The collar around my neck slowly choked me, cutting me off from my wolf, my shadows, everything that made me me. I’d been trapped here for six hours. Or maybe seven. Time didn’t matter when every second was pain. "Water," I croaked, my voice barely working. One of the guards, a massive wolf with a scarred face glanced at me with cold indifference. "You'll drink when the Commander says you can drink." I slumped back against the bars, biting back a scream as silver burned fresh wounds into my back. The cage sat in the middle of a supply wagon, surrounded by twelve armed guards. Royce rode at the front, his posture relaxed, confident. Like he was transporting cargo, not a person. “Are y
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