The heavy iron door had slammed shut, but the darkness was the least of my problems.
Inside my chest, a violent, agonizing war was being fought.
Through the raw, bleeding thread of the blood pact, I could still feel Silas. The connection was muddy and distorted by the silver shackles draining my energy, but his pain was a living thing inside me. He was being beaten, his massive frame forced to endure the slow, agonizing burn of silver weapons. Every lash against his back was a physical blow to my own nervous system.
Worse, the silver poison in my blood was continuing its work. It had triggered a volatile pre-heat in my Omega biology, a fever that demanded my Alpha’s touch to stabilize. My skin felt like it was on fire, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs.
And no
