Eighty Five : The Ritual Chamber

Mara's POV

The scent of burning silver filled the air, sharp enough to claw at my lungs.

Chains bit into my wrists, glowing faintly with runes that hummed like angry wasps. I tried to move, to fight, but every motion sent pain surging through me.

My wolf whimpered, trapped deep inside, her growl...

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