DANTE POINT OF VIEW

The silver chains burned against their skin, they hissed in pain as they struggled to break free, after putting them in the cell. I tightened my grip, dragging one of them forward by the collar.

“Start talking,” I growled. My voice was low and rough, even I could hear the voice of my wolf fighting to come out.

They kept silent. The one on the left, the taller one, glared at me with a hateful look, but beneath that look, I could sense his fear. I gave him a hard shove ...