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17 Wrapped

Chastine regained consciousness.

She slowly opened her eyes and felt her head pounding in pain.

“Ugh…ow!” She held her head while her hands were tied up in chains.

The chains were light, but it restricted her movement.

“W-what happened? What is this place?”

She slowly scanned the slightly dim room; her eyes fell towards the young fellhound.

“Juste!” Chastine shouted out of concern.

Juste was still knocked out of his senses.

His head was bowed down and his limbs were pinned to the wall.

The shackle around his neck was now replaced with a lighter but firmer chain.

The expression on his face looked pitiful; it’s as if his whole body was in pain.

This misery of his was wholly attributed to his neck chain because it was made of pure silver.

Silver is the metallic bane of werewolves. They get weak when the shiny metal touches their skin.

Chastine hurriedly went near the fellhound’s side.

She tried to see if she’d be able to find its lock, but to no avail.

Juste felt Chastine’
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