The Alpha's Refusal
"We don't have time for debates, Elara. That silver is still leeching the life out of you, and Rhys's wolves will be here by sunup. The scent trail from the Rogue is short, but potent."
He reached for a leather pouch attached to his belt. My breath hitched. "What are you going to do?"
"What I must," Cain said. "That cuff is forged Alpha-grade silver. Brute force will just tear your hands off. We need to create a rapid expansion of the metal to break the locking mechanism."
He pulled out two tools: a small, dark stone vial, and a thin, wickedly sharp piece of curved metal. Then, he did something unexpected. He pulled out the glowing embers from the fire and laid them carefully on a piece of s
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