Dalton's POV
The sound of my chains rattling as they unclamped from my wrists was like music to my ears. I rubbed my sore hands, flexing fingers that had gone numb from the restraint, but my relief was nothing compared to the burning need to see her—Emily. Zariah’s voice, calm yet full of warmth, reached me.
“She’s awake, Dalton,” Zariah said, her tone carefully measured, almost like she was trying to brace me for something I couldn’t imagine.
I felt my heart skip, thud, and then race as I stumbled forward, still weak from being chained but propelled by sheer emotion. “Alive?” I whispered, barely daring to hope.
Zariah nodded. “Alive. And stable. You can see her now, but… be careful. Ember warned me.”
“Be careful?” I echoed, my wolf growling low in my chest. “She’s been through hell.
