Chapter 97

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]

I was aghast—totally petrified at what I saw—and didn’t notice I shifted back to my human form. I grabbed a fabric that was hanging on a wall not too far from me and used it to cover my body. Ethan was lying unconscious on the ground after I rammed him against the wall; I wondered if I had broken all his ribs and punctured his lungs with it after blood burst from his mouth. There’s no way I would let him die that easily!

What made it more painful to know was that Ethan did those horrible things to me. My best friend! My childhood friend in Silver Crescent, whom I thought was the only person who was happy that I moved into this place, apart from my mate.

Tears streamed down my face. No physical wounds or any trace of injury were left on my skin after I morphed to my werewolf form and then back to my human self. But the trauma, the screams, the excruciating feeling of the silver chains around me—it remained in my head like a nightmare. The trauma, the screams