Being led across the cement of the dungeons by Alaricus's men was Jonathan's mate, Lise, whose hands were handcuffed in front of her in silver. She wore only a dirty tank top and underwear. Bruises were scattered across her body and she looked like she hadn't slept in days. Jonathan reacted immediately. Forgetting his torn skin, he jerked against the chains and growled threateningly at the King.
"Leave her out of this you sick bastard," he growled loudly. It was clear that had the silver not been in place, he would've shifted. Alaricus didn't react.
"Up," he told his guards, making a small hand gesture toward the chains hanging on the ceiling across from Jonathan. The guards obliged immediately, hooking Lise to the ceiling by her torn up wrists. Despite being weak, she struggled as much
