Rina's POV
The cold metal of the chains bit into my skin, cutting deeper with every movement I tried to make. My wrists were raw, my ankles bruised, and the chair I was chained to felt more like a coffin with each passing moment. My whole body ached, the hunger gnawing at me from the inside like a beast, growing stronger with every hour. The thirst was worse, my throat so dry that even swallowing felt like knives slicing through me. I was weak. Frail. Dying.
I couldn’t shift. Syl, my wolf, was trapped just as I was, the silver laced through the chains keeping her at bay.
‘We’re going to die here.’ The thought replayed in my mind, my own voice trembling inside my head.
Syl’s response was softer than usual, but her strength was still there, even if I couldn’t feel it in my body. ‘No, we
