Chapter 72 Teeth Behind the Smile

Sable’s POV

The wolfsbane was ebbing.

I tested the chain again, tiny, mean tugs to learn what I could withstand. The cuffs bit hotter into my flesh. The smell of scorched skin mixed with metal made my stomach turn.

I could feel my wolf stir but the wolfsbane pressed her back down.

Footsteps scuf...

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