Chapter 22

Today marked the beginning of my torturing.

And the unfamiliar lycan guards pouring into the room couldn't have alerted me of it any better.

As they neared me I squared my shoulders, sending a brief prayer up to Hecate. The bars slid open and the guards advanced towards me, swapping my bonds with leather bindings this time. I looked down at the restraints in apprehension, swallowing down dread.

Yvonne watched me go with fear stark in her eyes, although she tried to hide it. Sucking in a breath, I shut down the frightened thoughts starting to rise in my mind.

The prisoners in the main chamber fell quiet as I approached, their eyes growing terrified once they saw the guards escorting me and the leather restrainers around my hands. Their eyes told me all I needed to know; what awaited me was a fate worse than death.

A shaky breath left me. Did this mean they did not believe me? I cursed myself internally. I wondered why I ever thought they would.

Then I reassured myself with the discover