Scarlet’s POV

The chains bit deep, silver slicing into my skin. Every heartbeat was fire and ice. My wolf roared inside me, straining, snarling, desperate to shift, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t even curl into a ball. Helpless.

The dungeon reeked of damp stone, iron, and old blood. Torches flickered shadows across the walls. My breath was sharp, metallic, tasting of blood from the silver’s sting. Every flex of my wrists and ankles sent agony spiking ...