Ivy’s POVThe first thing I felt was fire.

It crawled across my wrists, up my arms, searing into my veins like molten iron. I jerked awake with a strangled gasp, the sound ricocheting off stone walls. My hands snapped against cold metal, and pain burned where the cuffs bit into my skin. Wolfsbane.

I pulled instinctively, but the chains only tightened. The smell of the cursed metal stung my nose. My wolf thrashed inside me, desperate, but each movement sent another wave of agony tearing through ...