The silver chain kept burning deep into my flesh.
That's the first thing I'm aware of when consciousness crawls back. Not where I am. Not how I got here. Just the searing, constant agony of silver chains wrapped around my wrists, my throat, my chest.
Every breath makes the metal dig deeper. Every slight movement sends fresh waves of pain through my nervous system.
I force my eyes open. The cell is small. Concrete walls. No windows. A single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling casting harsh shadows. The smell of blood and fear soaked into every surface.
My blood. Other people's blood. Years of suffering condensed into this eight by eight foot tomb.
"Where is she? Where is Freya?"
Kael is barely there. The silver suppresses him. Weakens the connection between man and wolf. I can feel hi
