Third Person POV
Breathe, Kiera, breathe.
She coached herself time and again, trying her best to calm down. Panic would not do any good. But the heavy iron manacles slapped over her hands and legs, and the iron chains wrapped around her torso were the glaring reminder of her captivity.
Tears of betrayal stung her eyes, recalling the past two days. Ever since she was taken captive, her constant battle with Cillian drove her crazy. But the since the day she had met Zeus, an odd agreement of peace descended among them. Cynthia liked his wolf; at least she was not as repulsed as her human was.
And all of a sudden, the reality came crashing down upon her. She was dragged out of her room like an animal and chained to the f*****g bedrock. And that too on a pious full moon night.
How could
