Chapter 97

Kaia’s chains groaned under the surge of power coursing through her veins. The suppressive drug had slowed her, dulled her reflexes—but it had not won. Not yet.

The rogue with the scar laughed again, stepping closer, swinging a jagged blade lazily. “You really think you can fight your way out, little wolf?”

Kaia’s golden eyes narrowed, pupils slit with fury. Her wolf growled—a sound that shook the stone walls of the den. It was a growl that carried weight, power, and ...