Ramon's pov
I woke to fire.
That wasn’t a metaphor, there was actual fire burning into my wrists, my ankles and my skin.
I tried to move and let out a piercing scream instead.
My wrists were bound in chains, silver metal chains that glowed faintly where it touched me, eating slowly into my flesh like acid. I could smell my own flesh burning.
I tried to open my eyes but shut them back instantly due to the sharp pain that shot through my head and I let out a vicious curse.
It took a few minutes before I could try again. I looked around and realized I was chained down in one of Mason’s special torture dungeons, which he had built specifically for rogues, it was never meant for pack warriors.
My nose twitched at the smell, that sweet, cloying scent that made my stomach turn.
“Wolfsbane
