Karen’s POV
The chains rattled every time I moved, biting into my skin until my wrists were raw. The rogues’ den reeked of blood, smoke, and damp stone, every breath burning in my chest.
Even in this darkness, the bond would keep me tethered. His warmth. His strength. The invisible thread that whispered, you’re not alone.
But when the footsteps came, echoing down the tunnel.
Two rogues emerged from the shadows, their snarls twisting into cruel smiles. One of them held a syringe filled with thick green liquid that shimmered like poison under the torchlight, it was wolfsbane, I could tell by the color. My wolf stirred restlessly, dread slicing through me.
“W-what is that?” My voice shook. I already knew.
He didn't say a word
My chest seized. “No… no, you can’t…”
The second rogue gr
