Eighty One : Chains of the Council

Mara's POV

The iron doors slammed behind me, the door sound echoed like a cage locking shut.

“Move,” a guard snarled, shoving me forward. My knees hit cold stone, the chains biting deeper into my wrists.

Iron burned. My wolf whimpered inside, retreating beneath the weight of it.

I didn’t cry ou...

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