Isolation.
The Council called it that, like they were in a human prison. But this was a lot worse.
Zeke sat in the unnatural darkness—inky blackness that even his superior senses couldn’t penetrate. But it wasn’t the darkness getting to him. His bonds with his pack were dampened, almost as if they had been severed. If his father hadn’t been aware that something was wrong from how he had walked away from their phone call, he would feel this. His pack would feel the loss as if he were dead. Just as he now felt the loss of everyone in his pack all at once.
It was a cruel punishment, but it wasn’t even the worst of it. Already, he could feel the invasive, icy tendrils of the magic trying to seep into his mind, into his body. He would suffer less if he kept it at bay longer, but it had only
