Ivy’s pov.

My throat tightened as I stared at the man in chains. The heavy metal clinked with each shallow rise of his chest, the faint glow of wolfsbane pulsing against his skin. He looked… wrong. Too weak, too starved, like his body had been drained of every ounce of strength.

“Is he… is he supposed to be tied in chains?” The question slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

The man stirred at my voice. Slowly and by the looks of it painfully, his head lifted. And then those ...