The chamber was cold. The air itself felt cruel. Selene sat bound to the metal chair in the center of the stone room.

Her wrists ached from the chains, her lips cracked, her throat dry. Her wolf, usually restless, was silent, caged inside her. The silence was worse than the pain.

Kaelen stood in front of her, his expression unreadable.

He had not spoken since he entered. His cloak dragged across the ground as he came closer, and the torchlight made his eyes look darker than she had ever ...