Alric’s POV
The more I struggled out of the chain, the more it squeezed in. Any other struggle and I’d feel it deep in my bones, and I knew for sure how witch Madrina was.
The only heartless witch of the entire Silverclaw. If I had my way, I would definitely ban her from Silverclaw’s pack, or even from the surface of the woods.
“Blast!”
She cast her wand on me again, directly at my chest. I growled, too hurtful and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
“I could read your mind, you silly wolf,” she said as she walked up to me and held my chin up. Then I felt her hands on me, what started gentle now hard and precise. She was one of a kind…
Holding on to my fate, I didn’t struggle. It would only lead to the worst.
The chain, they would only tighten around my bones. She was such a mons
