Freya's Pov
The silver burned like nothing else.
That was the first thing that really cut through the fog in my head these damn chains eating into my wrists, leaving raw, red streaks that had no chance of closing up. Not that they needed to. I’m not a wolf. I don’t heal like that.
Viktor didn’t know, though. He figured the silver would keep me weak, keep me from doing anything stupid.
He wasn’t exactly wrong… just not for the reason he thought.
Truth is, I was weak because I hadn’t eaten in three days. Weak because every time I tried to close my eyes, one of his goons would shake me awake. Weak because whatever tiny scrap of hope I’d been holding onto was shrinking smaller every hour.
Dane wasn’t coming.
He couldn’t. Even if he somehow figured out where I was, Viktor had made damn
