Lila woke up confused and disoriented. A thin light struggled through the heavy curtains, barely lighting up the room. Unease gripped her as memories of her capture flooded back.
She tried to move, but a sharp pain lanced through her wrists, rooting her to the spot. The king-sized bed’s softness clashed with the cold bite of the silver bindings. They dug into her skin, burning more with every still moment.
Venus? Lila reached inside, calling to her wolf.
She got a faint whimper in response. Lila, it hurts.
Lila’s heart tightened with a sudden jolt. She could feel the silver weakening her and Venus. The metallic scent of the silver hung in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of fear. Lila’s skin prickled with an electric sensation like every hair on her body stood on end. “I know,” she
