CHOSEN BY RUIN
And at the center of it are chains.
Dozens of them, made with silver.
They hang from the ceiling, coiled along the walls, waiting for me to touch.
This place and the carnage are the wolves worst nightmare, but it meant the opposite to me.
This is the only place where I control myself from going feral.
The only place where I can lose control… without destroying everything.
Zyle stirs violently inside me. I lower my shield, and he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.
“We should hunt,” he growls, his voice thick and eager. “Let me out. I want violence.”