Chapter 178: Sacred Grounds and Silver Pain
(Victoria's POV)
The heavy binds of the silver ropes dug painfully into my wrists. Each movement sent searing heat through my skin, a cruel reminder of our captors’ meticulous arrangements. The chill of the night crept into my bones as I sat there, shivering on the sacred ground.
“Mother...” My voice quaked as I whispered, glancing sideways at Rachel, who sat a foot away with the same bind cutting into her slender wrists.
Her chest moved in uneven breaths as she met my gaze, her eyes wide and burdened with fear. “I’m here, Victoria. Stay calm.” Her voice wavered, betraying her usual domineering confidence.
Calm? Was she serious?! We were bound with silver, abandoned, and surrounded by tombstones—graves of ancient wolves and ancestors. T
