The weight of the chains bit into her wrists, the silver burning against her skin as though mocking every ounce of freedom she once had. Freya’s legs trembled as she stumbled behind Logan, her Alpha, her captor, the man she both hated and feared. Tears clung to her lashes, blurring the sight before her, but even through the blur she knew exactly where she was.

The place she had dreaded more than nightmares.

Northridge.

The huge iron doors of the castle swung open with a groan, the sound ...