SELENA
The chains were humiliating. Not only because they'd bound my limbs in ropes so that I could take no more than shuffling steps, but because they were warded to magic. I could sense the stifling as a weight bearing down on my soul, a force that would have blocked me from accessing even the smallest amount of power I'd gathered through the ages.
They'd stripped me of everything. Not my Lycan power, not even my immortality or magic. Thanks to the binding ritual Lena had cast I was now little better than human: fragile, defenseless, completely and totally helpless.
And now I was on display for the council of supernatural like some trophy; evidence that their prophecy could destroy its foes.
“Get up,” the guard ordered as he pulled me off of the floor.
We were in the council chamber
