CANDICE.I stared at the stranger until the silver around my wrists burned deeper into my skin, but the pain was nothing compared to hearing him call me Sara. Only a few people still used that name, and none of them should have known anything about my mother fighting a binding. The underground room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, and the silver chains heavier. My wolf, already weak, pressed against my ribs in warning. "Don't call me Sara," I said. "You don't know me well enough to use that name."I demanded, my voice raw, "Who are you?"The man stepped farther into the underground room, and my wolf pulled back so suddenly that fear spread through my body like ice water. I had faced Alphas, rogues, and Hawthorne without my wolf ever reacting this way. This was different. My wolf recognized something ancient in the stranger's aura and didn't want to challenge it. The fear was primal and deep in my bones. "What are you doing to her?" I asked. "My wolf has never reacted to anyone
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