Adrian’s POV
Morning light leaked through the narrow slit high in the dungeon wall, thin and gray, like it was afraid to touch me. Another third night survived. Barely.
I slumped against the cold stone, chains heavy on my wrists and ankles, the metal links coated in that thick silver-wolfsbane paste the alchemists from the human town brewed…thick enough to burn Derek into a drugged haze, dulling his claws, muting his roars. It worked. Most months. But never perfectly. My shoulders ached from hours of straining against them, my throat raw from snarls I couldn’t hold back.
How much longer could we keep doing this?
Thomas and I had chased answers across kingdoms. Thousands of sorceresses, healers, shamans…even Sheila who lived in the mist-shrouded mountains and spoke only in riddles. Ever
