SONG OF THE CHAPTER:

IVARA'S POV:

The gates of the Draven compound are slamming shut behind me, and I swear the sound echoes in my skull like a final verdict. The iron bars, steel locks and wolves stationed with rifles tipped in silver ; everything about this place screams cage.

I’m standing stiff, my hands curled into fists at my sides as if my nails could claw through the smug air around me. The compound is sprawling rows of cabins with blackened windows, a training yard littered ...