Caleb

Flashback

Pain radiates from my broken ribs.

If not for the silver collar around my neck, I would be fully healed in a few days. But silver is the kryptonite of all werewolves, leaving me as weak as a human.

When I was sold to the vampires, silver cuffs were placed around my wrists, making my life even more of a hell than it already was.

Two feral rogues guarding my cell have not stopped talking from the moment they locked the door behind me, and I try to ignore them as I try to think of a way to get Red out of here.

Where do they have her? When I was brought to the cells, I tried to catch her scent, but my nose is now like that of a human.

“I am telling you that that mist was not natural,” one of the guards says, catching my attention.

What mist is he talking about?

“It made me see things that were not there,” the guard keeps saying.

My thoughts swirl around the moment the feral rogue caught Red.

“To be honest, so did I. And don’t tell anyone, but—” The one talking lowers his voice,