Kit’s POV

The shackles fell from my wrists onto the ground and I rubbed the raw red lines the wolfsbane left me with. Without them, the wolf instantly roared to life under my skin. My shoulders bunched and tensed, preparing myself for the fight ahead.

This past month I spent nights thinking about Sera, missing her. Wishing I could hold her. Reunite her with Annika. Protect my girls.

Abe would kick over his rations, telling me I needed my strength more than ...