Tyrell's POV
The silver chains burned against my skin, searing into my wrists like fire. I gritted my teeth, refusing to give the bastards the satisfaction of hearing me groan in pain. Every movement sent a fresh wave of agony coursing through my body, but it didn’t matter.
The scent of blood thickened the air, mingling with the metallic tang of silver. My wrists burned where the chains bit into my skin, but none of that mattered. Not when Cathy was standing there, her eyes wide with fear as she faced the hunters alone.
She had no chance against them.
Nothing mattered except the sight of Cathy standing in front of me, her body tense with fear, but her gaze fierce with determination.
She shouldn’t be here.
She was human, too fragile, too breakable. And yet, she had come for me.
Stu
