Elara’s POV
The cage bars dug into my back as I pressed myself against them. The metal was cold and rough, smelling of rust and something sour that made my stomach turn. I wrapped my arms around my knees and tried to breathe slow. My heart hammered so loud I could hear it in my ears.
This was worse than the rogue attack. At least then I had the forest and the chance to run. Here there was nothing but iron bars and the dark shapes moving outside them.
I swallowed hard and lifted my chin. “Hey… hey!”
My voice cracked, but I kept going. “What do you want with me? My mate is the Lycan King. You better let me go right now or he’ll tear this whole place apart.”
One of the Shadow Reavers stepped closer. Its red eyes glowed in the dim light. The creature tilted its head, black fur matted with
